“You can stay in my spare room. For one night only.” Astaroth perked up. She was taking him home? That was an improvement on You’re an evil, despicable monster with no heart. “Oh, lovely, thank—” Calladia talked over him. “But there will be no funny business or mischief or acts of evil while under my roof. I’m going to weave so many wards, your testicles will be obliterated if you so much as sneeze wrong.” So much for an improvement. “That seems excessive.”
