"What are you doing outside in the middle of the night?" he asked, with his hands crossed behind his back.
"What are you doing in my room?" I replied, realizing how I had just spoken to him.
"I'm sorry," I apologized, and he said nothing. He wasn't frowning this time, nor glaring at me. I couldn't read his emotions, whether he was upset or not; he just stood there, staring right in front of me.
I cleared my throat, hoping I hadn't offended the devil. In a normal situation, I should thank him for saving June from dying, but I couldn't accept the fact that he turned her into a demon.
"Thank you," I mumbled, biting my lips, and he raised one eyebrow.
"For?" he muttered.
"For not killing me," I said, changing what I was supposed to say. I decided not to bring up the topic o
