You always have choices,” the teen placed her hands on her hips. “You just choose to disobey.”
I wanted to strangle her, yet I lifted an eyebrow to her claim. It would have been a mess anyway. “Oh? And how do you explain the matter at River Park?”
The question perked Jane to ask, “What incident at River Park?”
The teen’s face whitened, her eyes bulged like pool balls. “I thought we’d agreed to not mention it!”
“We did,” I said, casually. “But you should’ve known better than to trust a demon.

Author: Millicent Ashby