“Enjoy your day of espionage?”
Startled, I jumped up from my slouched position on the sofa. I’d fallen asleep watching the T.V., and the darkness outside told me that it was probably late evening.
Micheal stalked over to the collection of remote controls on the coffee table in front of me, and flicked a few buttons to bring a hazy glow of light to the apartment, and set the drapes at the window to automatically glide shut.
“I haven’t been spying on anyone. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I glanced his way, expecting to see him grinding that jaw of his or pinning me with an accusing stare, but he just looked puzzled. “You know, it helps when you actually speak and make some sense. I don’t talk in demon’s riddles like you,” I spat back.
He mumbled something about she-devils befo
