"Daemon!"Dee called from the kitchen. "I need your help!""We should go see what she's doing before she destroys your kitchen."He rubbed his hands down his face. "It's possible."
"Remind me,"he paused, drawing in a stuttered gasp, "to never piss you off again. Christ, are you secretly a ninja?"
"Ash is going to kick your ass, Daemon."Daemon's grin went up a notch. "Nah, she likes my ass too much for that."
"I'm not leaving, Kitten. You're going to do this."My mouth opened as did the door behind us. Stomach dropping, I turned to see Mom standing there in all her fuzzy-bunny pajama glory. Oh, for the love of God."
"I didn't want to spoil the mood. This was probably the longest Daemon and I had ever spoken without some statement earning him the finger."
"How long have you been standing there?""Just long enough to see you give Daemon the middle finger.""He deserved it."