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way was I going to utter the phrase 'demon in
the sack' aloud to the demon in the...
    He scooted closer. "Devi, what is it?"
    I looked down. Not a smart
move, since the light from the flashlight beamed straight into my
eyes. I winced. "The angel is out there," I whispered. And even though I know that, I can't stop thinking
about things I shouldn't.
    Oz lifted the flashlight out of my hands,
placed it under his chin and smiled, destroying his sexy,
demon-in-the-sack look and replacing it with the
creepy-bedtime-stories-from-a-demon by-the-campfire look.
    "Hey!" I laughed, snatching it back. "Why did
you take it?"
    He wrapped his hand around mine and brought
it towards his chest. For a moment I thought he was going to kiss
me, but he was only interested in positioning the flashlight under
his chin. "I needed to light my face up before saying something.
Isn't that how you said it worked?"
    "That's just--"
    He put a finger over my mouth, stopping me.
"No, you can't say anything until you have the light."
    I rolled my eyes. "Okay, though I think if we
keep passing it back and forth like this I'm probably going to get
a seizure."
    He sighed and brushed my cheeks with his
thumb. "Your eyes are tearing up a bit." Then, more softly: "Are
you still thinking about the angel?"
    "It's kind of hard not to," I grumbled,
glaring at the blankets above us.
    He smiled. "I know a place you can go where
he can't follow."
    "Really? Like The Church of Elvis ?"
    He chuckled. "That might
actually work, but it's not what I had in mind." He ran a finger up
my arm. "I was talking about Morrison's ."
    Images of sagging gutters and clogged drains
waltzed through my mind. Oh yeah, and books, both good and
bad...but mostly bad. Yeah, I could see why an angel wouldn't want
to hang out there.
    "Forneus made a charm," Oz murmured.
    I froze. "The poppet," I whispered.
    He nodded.
    "So you were the one who hung up that doll
decked out in pins and bloody feathers."
    He bit his lip, I think to stop from
laughing. "You say it like it's a bad thing."
    "It is! It's totally creepy. I can't believe
you have any customers...or maybe I can believe it, since most of
them are old men with saltine crumbs in their beards who walk
around looking at their shoes."
    "Don't forget the cute girls
who spend hours shuffling through the 35 cent racks to unearth gems
like Sweet Savage
Sentiments ."
    My body burned. I wanted to
throw off my sheets and take a deep breath of cool air, but
couldn't because the angel was out there. Watching . "Alright, that does it.
You're no longer spending the night."
    He sucked in a breath. "You were going to let
me spend the night?"
    My toes curled as his eyes went wide.
"Maybe," I responded. "I mean, I was thinking about it before." I
giggled, and it sounded a bit hysterical. "I thought you couldn't
talk without the flashlight."
    He touched my shoulder. "Well, you did it
once. I guess that was my free pass."
    He leaned in closer to the
light, and our faces were just inches away from each other. "You
have to let me stay," he said. "Who else will to whisper
'sweet, savage dreams' in your ear before you fall asleep?"
    I recoiled in horror. "That does it. You're
not staying. Something like that would give me nightmares for
weeks."
    Oz tilted his head to the
side. "Let me stay, Devi," he said, in a voice reverent and
pleading. Blood rushed through me, making me giddy. Alright . My lips fell
open, ready to say it.
    And then he flashed another
sinful grin and ruined the moment. "I won't say anything more
that's, you know ,
sweet or savage."
    "Right." I tried to glare, but I couldn't
stop myself from smiling. "I'm going to regret this in the
morning."
    Every part of his face relaxed except the
center of his forehead, making him look serious and distant. "I
hope not. I don't want you to ever regret anything, especially the
things you do with me."
    Every cell in my body buzzed softly, like a
hundred white butterflies trembling before taking flight, all
because