Page 47 of Forbidden! Exorcist Roommate
I’d left my bow and quiver in the living room, but I didn’t need them. A solid martial strike was good enough to test my theory.
I didn’t want to hit Chase, but my task was to get rid of the demon. I couldn’t leave any option unexplored.
Praying this would work, I raised my hand over Chase’s shoulder and chopped down in a sharp arc.
As my hand met his shoulder, it bounced like a rubber duck off a brick wall.
I knew it. Faust was no ordinary demon. He had the power to exert his will over Chase’s body even while his host was unconscious.
But if that was the case, why hadn’t Faust taken over to cause chaos in the streets?
I remembered our escape from the temple. Faust was eager to control Chase’s body, but he’d handed it over in exchange for donuts.
Is this all a joke to him?
I narrowed my eyes. Chase hadn’t roused. He was innocently, mercifully asleep. He had no idea the demon still had full control over his body. That he could usurp Chase at any moment.
“Why?” I whispered angrily. “What’s your goal, you wretch?”
Chase continued to sleep, unaware of the evil inside of him.
Anger kindled in the pit of my stomach. Now that I knew Chase better, I was even more determined to exorcise the foul entity possessing him. He was a good person. He didn’t deserve this.
My gaze drifted to Chase’s peaceful face. His golden eyelashes were folded against his cheeks, and his sandy hair swept haphazardly across his forehead. I felt the urge to brush it aside.
Wait...
My brow furrowed in thought. Faust had stopped me from striking Chase with the intent to expel him. But would Faust intervene if I touched Chase gently, just for the sake of touching him?
Curious, I hovered my hand over Chase’s head. With the lightest movement I could muster, I swept aside a soft tuft of hair and tucked it behind his ear. Chase didn’t stir.
And Faust did nothing.
What is going on? What’s the meaning of this...?
My heart raced. I tried again. This time I rested my palm on Chase’s head, threading my fingers through his hair. It was soft and clean. As dawn light filtered into the room, its glow caught Chase’s light-coloured hair like a halo.
Warmth stirred in my belly.
But it was quickly followed by a snap of cold.
I jerked my hand away, my heart beating wildly. What was I thinking, petting my client’s hair? It was wrong.
But it felt so nice.
“Mm... What smells so good?”
I raised my head at the sound of Chase’s sleepy voice. He sniffed the air as he walked into the kitchen, like a dog following his nose—which, of course, led him straight to the cheesy scrambled eggs sizzling in my pan.
An absentminded thought floated into my mind:I always wanted a dog, but we were never allowed.
I pulled the brakes hard on that particular train of thought. It was bad enough that I liked it when Chase kissed me. I didn’t need to start thinking of him as a cute puppy that I could adopt.
Even though he really did remind me of an overgrown golden retriever. Especially with his sandy hair flopping over his forehead, and how his big hands dangled like paws.
I cleared my throat. “Good morning. Sleep well?”
“Like a baby.” Chase scratched his belly, revealing a tantalizing sliver of skin that I did my best not to notice. “You?”
