Page 83 of Forbidden! Exorcist Roommate
Cygnet’s expression shifted from concern to judgment again. “I see. Were you together?”
That was it. I’d had enough.
“Yeah, and you know what? We fucked right before that, too.”
Cygnet’s jaw dropped. As I marched out of the room, I heard Hartford belt out laughter. Chase—or whoever was in control—caught up with me. I assumed it was Faust, given the snickering.
“I’m not really in the mood,” I announced without turning around.
“Aw.” He sounded disappointed. “Not even if I give the body back to Chase?”
I paused mid-step, then turned to face him. “Why did you stop me from hitting my brother? And for that matter, why did you stop him from killing Chase?”
Faust blinked. I swear, he’d elongated Chase’s eyelashes while in control. They were long and fluttery, on top of being an unnatural shade of purple. It bothered me that a powerful demon could alter his host’s body at will—but that was the same power that Faust used to protect Chase.
I just didn’t understand why he did what he did. Demons always had selfish desires. What did Faust have to gain from any of this?
“Answer me,” I ordered.
Faust shrugged casually. “I don’t want Chase to be hurt.”
“Because he’s your host,” I accused.
“No. Because I like him. And I like you, too.”
He was speaking nonsense.
“Stop wasting my time. Tell me the truth,” I demanded.
When Faust smiled, the tips of his fangs poked down from his upper lip. “Naughty Sagitta. You’re not a very good listener.”
“Excuse me?”
Faust met my gaze. His vivid red irises smothered the blue of Chase’s eyes, and a shiver ran down my spine at his intense expression. It was inhuman. It reminded me that I was speaking to a demon right now. We were conversing. Yet, he wasn’t trying to rip my head off, or eat my entrails, or reduce me to ashes.
He was just... talking. Like a person. Like amortal.
“I said,” he repeated, softly, “that I like Chase, and I like you.” His tone flipped back to a sassy one. “Is that too difficult, dear? Should I say it in smaller words for babies?”
I wasn’t sure whether to be confused or offended. I landed somewhere in between, too baffled to make sense of any of this.
“But... why?” I asked.
He twirled a piece of Chase’s hair. “Why does anybody like anything?”
I felt like I was in a really weird dream, talking to some cryptic being. I closed my eyes and rubbed my eyelids for a second.
Faust had saved Chase’s life because Chase was his vessel. That was all. There was no deeper meaning to his actions. Now that Faust was on our side of the veil, he could do anything he wanted. Chase’s body should’ve been meaningless and disposable. But Faust didn’t let Chase die because helikedhim? It didn’t make sense.
“Are you in love with Chase?” I asked, fishing for any iota of explanation.
Faust threw his head back and laughed. “No. That’s hilarious.” His eyes glittered as he grinned down at me. “But I know somebody else who is.”
My face turned hot. “I—I’m not—”
“Ugh, please don’t even try to lie. It’ssoembarrassing when humans do it.”
I flushed for a multitude of reasons. And I still couldn’t believe we were having this conversation.
