Page 66 of Demon Apathy: Sunderverse
Therestoftheday, I managed to get some much-needed sleep. My Sunday nap lasted from 9 AM until dinnertime when I blinked my eyes open in a panic.
Jenna was studying at her desk. “Hello, sleepyhead!”
“Hey!” I rubbed my eyes, reached for my phone, and started scrolling through the news.
“I’ve been checking every hour,” she said. “There hasn't been any news about Solar, Lunar, or Rebecca Hudson.”
I blinked in surprise. “Thanks for checking. You don’t have—”
“I told you I want to help. I don’t want the world to end. The Griffin legacy has endured for two hundred years and should endure two hundred more. Besides, I’m planning to live to a hundred like my uncle Garrett.”
Smiling, I gave her two thumbs up. “Great plan. We can rinse each other’s dentures.”
She laughed. “Are you hungry?”
“Very!”
Jenna quickly texted Benjamin and Sage, asking if they would like to join us. Since it was Sunday, we were allowed to leave Striker Hall for sustenance. The choices at the cafeteria were limited on weekends, so we headed out on foot, discussing what we would like to eat.
We ended up deciding on Indian food. I ate my fill of chicken korma while the other stared in astonishment.
“She eats like a concentration camp inmate, too,” Sage said as I ran a piece of naan over my delicious red sauce and wiped the plate clean.
“That was the best chicken korma I’ve ever had.” I patted my stomach, feeling content.
Jenna pushed peas toward the edge of her plate, separating them from the basmati rice. She was a finicky, picky eater. Mom would have a field trip correcting her toddler-ways as she liked to call this behavior. She had tried to retrain some of my high school friends, but she hadn’t learned from her failures.
With an endearing smile, Benjamin placed a couple of potatoes on Jenna’s plate. She had no trouble with bland, simple food. Her fussy eating habits only seemed to extend to colorful or elaborate dishes.
She thanked Benjamin and popped a potato into her mouth. I smiled, thinking how cute they were together. Sage shifted in his chair, looking uncomfortable at their caring behavior. He didn’t strike me as the guy who went for the small gestures. I wondered if he preferred big ones or not at all.
A loud engine roared outside, drawing our attention to the window. A yellow Ferrari Spider parked right in front of the restaurant’s door.
“Wow!” Sage exclaimed. “Now, that’s a car!”
I slumped in my chair. He was already back? I’d barely had time to rest and eat and definitely had no time to study. I had a test tomorrow. I could only hope whatever had brought him here wasn’t about to derail the rest of my evening.
“What is it?” Jenna asked, noticing my reaction.
“It’s Drevan.”
Sage frowned. “In the Ferrari, you mean?”
“Yep.”
“But of course.” Sage crossed his arms and turned away from the window.
I rose from the table. “I should go see what he wants.”
“I’m coming.” Jenna stood up, too.
Benjamin looked panicked. “Uh, are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“Of course, I’ve met him before. He’s not so bad.”
I huffed. “Speak for yourself. It wasn’t your eyeball he threatened to stab with a pencil, was it?”
Sage made a face. “What are you talking about?”
