“I lost my peace of mind. That’s what happened to me,” Daya retorts. “That demon could’ve gotten attached to me, and then I would’ve brought it home and lived in torment for the rest of my life.” “Could you blame it? You’re the whole package,” Addie says, grinning when Daya narrows her eyes. “Flattering me only works sometimes.” “Is it working now?” “A little.”
Addie and Daya are total friendship goals
