“Are you a witch?” She snorts. “Hardly.” I should stop talking, should wait for Azazel to arrive. Until the contract is signed, there’s every chance that the whole deal can be called off. But I find myself shifting so she’ll look at me again. “You’re taking this whole thing rather well.” “I made a deal with a demon. Compared to Azazel, you’re just a dude with bat wings. Nothing to write home about.” She smirks. “Cute horns, though. Really adorable.” My horns are not adorable.
