Chapter Twenty: Wha?
One moment I was preparing to tell Amy I'd seen my dad with a demon, and the next she slams me against the fence. I open my mouth to protest but her lips cover mine too fast. It takes me a few seconds to realise she's kissing me and then it's over and she pulls away.
“Sorry...I had to get it out of my system,” she said, her voice quavering a little from breathlessness.
“What's going on?” she asked when she'd regained her composure.
“Err,” I said, trying to remember what I was thinking before. All I could think about was her lips and the way her body had pressed against mine. She smiled at me in a knowing way, which only proved to make me blush more.
“Something more intelligible sounding?” she suggested. The joking helped me a little and I stepped away from the fence, running a hand through my hair in an attempt to hide my blushing.
“Right, something serious,” I muttered, quickly recalling the strange guy before he got in the car with my dad.
“I think my dad is working with or for a demon,” I said. Amy's eyes widened and then she looked a bit embarrassed.
“What's wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing,” she said a little too quickly. I continued to meet her gaze. I'd gotten so used to her eyes that their didn't freak me out in the slightest. She gave a defeated sigh and crossed her arms.
“I thought you were going to say you liked me...or something,” she trailed off, her cheeks burning. It was weird seeing her blush, I'd gotten so used to it being me.
“Amy, you kissed me and I didn't exactly pull away,” I said.
“Some guys don't,” she said, sounding like she'd experienced a bad guy or two in the past. I sighed and closed the distance between us. I reached out and cupped her face with my hands, making her meet my gaze
“Amy, I like you,” I said. Then to prove the point I kissed her, wrapping my arms around and running one hand through her hair.
“Do you believe me?” I asked when we pulled apart.
“Yes,” she whispered, smiling.
“Good, because I did seriously see a demon with my dad and that's kind of freaking me out,” I said. Amy nodded and we both headed back inside.
“Tom, get up,” I yelled, knocking on his door loudly. I heard a thump as he fell out of bed followed by a few choice curses.
“He's not a morning person,” I commented, making Amy laugh. We headed to the living room and waited. When Tom joined us he was dressed with dark circles under his eyes.
“What is it?” he asked, failing to suppress a yawn.
“I saw my dad with a demon,” I said. That woke Tom up.
“What did he look like?” Tom asked when he returned from his room with a big leather-bound book. Was that an encyclopedia of demons? I had a feeling I should read that.
“He looked human. But something about him just felt...off,” I said with a shrug. Tom nodded and flicked through a few pages.
“What does your dad do?” he asked.
“General business stuff, works with financial figures and stuff,” I replied with a shrug, unsure of where the relevancy rose.
“Demons who take on human form usually either live on the streets and take what they need. Or they run huge businesses for money and personal gain. Getting their kicks from manipulating their competition into bankruptcy,” Tom explained.
“That describes a lot of people,” I said. A lot of humans, we weren't known for our selflessness. Tom nodded and flicked through the book more.
“That's why it's such a good disguise. People just think their a mean person,” Tom said.
“Literal boss from hell,” Amy said. I had to get my dad to quit, or at least take leave for a few weeks. If there was the slightest chance this was the same demon trying to fully cross over and get to Amy … I can't risk my dad getting involved and hurt.