The Demon King is lying on an expensive rug in a beach cottage in Norton Harbor, and he’s lying there because of me. Except he doesn’t look as defeated as he should. And that’s when I realize I’m straddling him in nothing but an oversized Bob Marley t-shirt. Not exactly the attire of a warrior. “You’ve got me on my back,” he says. “Now what?” “Now? Now…you leave me alone.”
