Page 44 of I Accidentally Summoned a Demon Boyfriend

“That was for me putting two and two together and finding your demonic ass scaring off my dates. Why would you do that?” I shoved my finger in his face. “Here I was, thinking something was wrong with me, and the entire time, you’re chasing off the few good men still on Earth? Is there something wrong with your brain? Did you suffer a head injury I don’t know about?”

“Am I allowed to speak, or are you going to slap me again?” He rubbed his jaw. “Damn, that actually stings.”

“I’m not sure. Let’s try it and find out.” I threw my hands on my hips and waited for him to speak again.

“I-”

“I don’t want to hear it!” I threw my hand up in his face, turned, and went into the house.

“You can’t be that upset.” Metice entered behind me as I entered the code to stop the alarm from sounding.

“Don’t tell me how upset I can be when you’ve been sneaking around my back and ruining my already struggling dating life.”

“Ruining?” he laughed. “Are you really upset to be missing out on that guy? I thought you had higher standards than that.”

“Excuse me?”

“He spent the entire date talking about himself and hardly noticed you hadn’t responded. How many questions did he ask you about yourself? I’ll wait while you count.”

“I-” I stomped my foot. “What is your point?”

“My point is that he didn’t even care enough to notice when you left your scarf.” Metice opened the black peacoat he wore and pulled out my scarf. “Now, tell me why you would be upset about not hearing from a man who could be so careless with you?”

“That should be for me to decide, not you.” I removed my coat and placed it on the table in the foyer. “What are you doing here, anyway? It’s been months.”

“It has,” he agreed.

“You said I would have a demon-free life.” I reminded him.

“I didn’t lie about that. I had no intention of being a part of your life again. You came back and saw me.”

“No intention of being a part of my life, and yet you’re making decisions about who I should and shouldn’t date?” I pulled my fresh braids from the heavy top bun and sighed at the relief. I would have never attempted the style so soon after getting the braids done, but the cool winter air helped ease the pain. “How can you call this demon free after doing what you did?”

“Hmm.” He smiled and reached out to touch the braids that fell around my face. “I like your hair like that.”

“Metice.” I slapped his hand away. “Answer my question.”

“Rayna.” He dropped his voice into his chest and stretched the syllables of my name. It was something he’d started when I was in his home, and it drove me crazy—not that I told him that.

“Don’t do that. Don’t say my name like that.” I moved away from him. “Just answer the question.”

“How did I say your name?” He followed me down the hall. “Tell me.”

“It doesn’t matter.” I avoided the question and turned, flipping the switch to light the living room as I headed further into my home.

“You’re upset, and rightfully so,” he announced, as if I needed his approval.

“I didn’t ask you if I was right to be upset. Why are you back here? Did something happen? Was there a demon here?”

“No, there wasn’t. The spell worked.” He alleviated my growing concern. “Everything is fine.”

“Okay, so what am I missing then?”

“I-” he hesitated.

“What?” I snapped. “Drop the act. You’re not this damn shy.”

“I missed you, okay?” he admitted then watched as the shock colored my face.

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