Page 56 of I Accidentally Summoned a Demon Boyfriend

I stumbled into the house, ass hurting more with each step, and looked at the disaster that was my kitchen. The bitch had made more of a mess than I thought. The table sat top down, legs up, food splattered all over the ceiling and wall. All those pretty counter trinkets I’d bought for the aesthetic more than their function were smashed across the floor.

“Not my coffee maker!” I cried out when I found my top-of-the-line machine broken in half. “Evil ass bitch!”

As I carefully picked up the pieces of the two-hundred-dollar machine, I felt it. The tension. That feeling that once excited me but no longer had the same effect.

“Not this bitch again.” I turned around, holding the broken appliance in my hand. If I needed to use it as a weapon, I would.

“What happened here?” Metice appeared.

“Now you arrive!” I dropped the pieces and laughed. “That crazy bitch was in here kicking my ass all up and down my kitchen, and you were nowhere to be found.”

“Rayna, what happened?” Metice waved his hand in front of my face to get me to focus. “Who was here?”

“What happened?” I turned over a chair and sat down, grimacing at the pain that shot up my spine. “I think I broke my ass.”

“What?” He moved toward me but stopped when I held my hand out to him.

“Your crazy ex-girlfriend showed up here.” I pointed at him. “Just a friend, my ass! What’s her name?”

“Who?” He clearly wasn’t listening to me. He kept looking at my dirty robe and scarred knees.

“The big green bitch. You know who, Metice. Don’t play with me.” My frustration grew, and for a moment, I felt that heat in my gut again, but it quickly dissipated.

“Olian was here?”

“Olian?” I sucked my teeth. “That’s her name? Well, yeah. Olian was here, and she came to tell me to stay the hell away from you, the man she was supposed to be marrying until I came along. I mean, damn, I know you wanted to keep your secrets, but this is something you definitely should have told me! Oh, by the way, I have a psycho ex that might try to take your head off with her fucking tentacles!”

“Calm down please.” He took another step toward me, but I held my hand up again to stop him.

“Don’t tell me to calm down after I was just attacked in my own damn home and found out that I apparently have some freaky ass powers I haven’t even had three seconds to stop and process.”

“Rayna, I’m trying my best to follow you, but you’re losing me.”

“How difficult is it to follow?” I cocked my head to the side. “You left. She came. She told me to stay away from you or she would kill me. Then, she attacked me. We fought. Well, more like she demon kicked my ass, and then somehow, I blasted her big ass up off me.” I pointed to the floor, where it all happened. “Then she came for me again, talking about how she was going to drag me back to hell. But when I tried to blast her again, something else happened.”

“What happened?” he asked, but there was something strange to his voice, that slight rise in expectation. It was as if he already knew what I would say but wanted me to be the one to say it first.

“I’m still trying to wrap my mind around that.” I stood carefully, using the edge of the knocked-over table as support. “We were here, and then we weren’t. Then I dropped her, and I fell too, but I landed in my yard. We weren’t over my yard, though. We were over a canyon somewhere. It was enormous, so deep that I couldn’t even see the bottom.”

“Oh shit.” He took a step back this time, and his expression said everything. Metice had just received confirmation of what I assumed was another secret he’d held from me.

“Oh shit is right.” I paused, then turned my finger back on him. “You knew, didn’t you? She said you were keeping a secret. Am I the secret? Are my powers the secret? What else have you hidden from me? What else do you know that I don’t?”

“Can we pause? Let’s clean up this mess and get you dressed. Then, we can talk.” Metice tried to deflect, but it only told me my assumptions were right.

“And that means everything she said is true, and you definitely know a lot more about me and all this shit than you told me before.” I turned and headed for the stairs. “Fine. You clean this up. I’m going to go process everything that happened and hope when I see you again, I don’t want to kill you—not that it seems possible. I mean, I tried to stab that green ho, and nothing happened. Are all demons knife-proof?”

Metice said nothing else as I continued talking and headed up the stairs. With the pain I was in, all I could manage was a quick shower. I chose a summer dress instead of weather appropriate wear, as it was the easiest thing to put on. I contemplated going back downstairs, but that felt like too much work. The pain was setting in, and all I wanted was my bed—the same bed where I slept next to that lying ass demon the night before. I propped my pillows under my stomach and laid ass up across the center of the bed.

“Rayna?” Metice’s deep voice pulled me from the nap I’d slipped into.

“Yes?” I groaned as the pain returned with my consciousness. “What do you want?”

“Are you okay?” he spoke from behind, but his shadow stretched across the wall in front of me.

“Do I look okay to you?” I groaned and shifted my weight to adjust the pillow beneath my belly. “My back hurts, my arm is cut up, and I’m pretty sure I broke my damn ass when I fell from the sky!”

“Let me help you.” He tried to help me maneuver, but I smacked his hand away.

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