“You said I had the option,” I reminded him. “Are you going back on your word?” “Of course not,” he snapped, clearly insulted by the insinuation. Guess honor meant more to demons than I would have thought. “I’m just not sure you understand what you’re agreeing to.” “I’d be your bitch,” I said with a shrug. “I’ve had worse gigs.” He stared at me like I’d broken him. Could you break a demon? It felt like an accomplishment, even though I was pretty sure I should have been insulted by the look of horror in those red eyes.
