Chapter Thirty

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Chapter Thirty

            “So, I’m pretty sure Angel Boy is warming up to me,” Ace said as he walked into the living room just moments after Sam left.

            I gave a small laugh and invited him to sit on the couch.  He jumped in the seat beside me, a little closer than I expected, and propped his feet up on the ottoman.  His arm slid behind my head.  I pushed him away and stuck a pillow between us.

            “He does realize that he left the demon of lust alone with a pretty girl,” Ace said with a dissatisfied frown.  “Not a smart move on his part.”

            “He’s giving you a chance,” I stuck up for Sam, “so don’t mess it up.”

            He ripped the pillow between us away and threw it across the room.  “Haven’t you learned by now?”  Ace asked, leaning in to whisper in my ear.  “Messing things up is what I do best.”

            I jumped up from the couch, far too eager to but distance between the two of us.  As I did, Garfield darted from my bedroom and under the couch.  He meowed in warning and hissed towards my bedroom.

            “That damn cat,” Ace chided.

            “No,” I said, scrunching my eyebrows together.  “He wasn’t attacking you, he ran towards you.”

            “So?”  Ace asked.

            “He’s supposed to run away from evil entities, so why would he run towards you?”  I explained.

            Ace was still for a moment, waiting for a sound or some other sign of trouble.

            I took a small step towards the bedroom Garfield had darted from.  “Maybe we should check—“

            “Stop,” Ace said suddenly and paused before continuing in a whisper.  “Something’s wrong.”

            “Should I call Sam?”  I asked in a whisper.

            Ace slumped a little in annoyance and sighed.  “No,” he said sounding snarky.  “You should not call Sam.  What is it with you two anyway?”

            “What do you mean?”  I asked, inching towards the bedroom and whatever else may be inside.

            “I mean are you guys together or what?”  He asked, taking the lead and placing a hand on the doorknob.

            “Why do you care?”  I asked, my eyes locked on his hand that grasped the door because, truth be told, that was all I could dare to face.

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