Asmo
“You need to start paying rent.”
I nearly fall off my chair when I hear Tiffany utter that rubbish into my ear as she passes me on her route to opening the refrigerator.
“What the hell, Tiffany?!” I say loudly, and when she jumps in her search for ice cream, I am not one bit sorry. Not one bit. “I’m your mate, and I have been living here for one week—if you want me to help you pay for stuff, at least give me time to find a job!”
With the ice cream in her hand, Tiffany turns around. Her lips part and then close. I can almost tell that she wishes to say something but doesn’t dare.
Even though we are mates, Tiffany is still scared of my demon nature and though we were on our way to something more, she ruined it by telling me I would make a nice friend. A friend, a f*****g friend, wh
