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not evil. I didn’t know anything about this guy and I wasn’t taking any chances with my baby sister.
    “Don’t talk to him,” I blurted, with zero tact.
    “Why not?”
    “He’s working. You’ll distract him and he’ll cut off his thumb or something.” There, that sounded less hysterical, more legitimate. Not like I thought he was a demon and he would know I thought he was a demon if he really was a demon.
    “It’s fine,” he said, with another smile. “I’m Mike, by the way.”
    “I’m Zoe,” my sister said with a queen’s wave.
    Forced to respond, I said, “Kenzie,” then kept walking, straining under Zoe’s weight. You know how you can feel someone’s eyes watching you? Yeah. Felt Mike’s. All the way to the family room. And they were freaking me out. If he was an escaped demon or a demon prison guard, Levi would tell me, right? For my protection and all. He would. I was almost sort of not really sure about it.
    I set Zoe down on the sofa next to her pals, who were all industriously cutting something out of paper with scissors. Levi was sitting on the floor, his own project spread out on the carpet in front of him. Unbelievable. He was making a Halloween place mat, a ghost prominently featured in the center of his paper.
    “Like it?” he asked me with a grin.
    “Lovely.”
    Marshmallow Pants walked up and sat on Levi’s half assembled place mat. “Hey, watch it,” Levi said, staring the cat down. “You’re wrinkling my art, dude.” He tried to slide the cat over onto the carpet.
    The oh-so-sweet and cute kitten calmly reached out and bit Levi on the hand.
    “Hey! That was rude.”
    Probably. But funny. I leaned over and picked up some scraps of paper that were littering down to the floor from the couch to fulfill my helper duty obligations and possibly get sprung from my grounding sooner. Clearly I was putting a lot of effort into this. And clearly there was no chance of my parents suddenly feeling sorry for me and announcing an early end to grounding. I was stuck with the full term, so why work too hard?
    Zoe jumped off the couch and scooped the cat up. “Marshmallow Pants is a baby. She doesn’t know any better.”
    Did we know the cat was a girl? That was progress.
    “Yeah, Levi, give the cat a break,” I said. I scratched behind the cat’s ears and got a loud purr.
    Levi leaned forward and tried to do the same and got a big old hiss and bared teeth.
    One of Zoe’s friends, a big-eyed little brunette who shook like a Jell-O wiggler whenever she was excited, laughed and said, “I don’t think Marshmallow Pants likes you, Levi.”
    That made two of us.
    My whole day was ruined. I had cheated on Adam and now there was another portal open and Levi was all “can’t tell you” about it. I wanted some ice cream to help me think but I couldn’t even go into my kitchen because of Mike, possible demon, hanging around, strong and silent and somehow offensive. He was like body odor and I wanted him to go away.
    I wanted everything to go away.
    Except for Adam and his adoration for me.
    That makes me sound a little less whiny, doesn’t it?
    Maybe not.
    My mother, who was doling out glue sticks, said, “Levi, will you drop Kenzie off at the theater later? I need to go to the store and I’d appreciate it if you could drive her.”
    “Sure, Mrs. S. I’m happy to drive Kenzie wherever she needs to go.” He gave a sweet and charming smile, just like the one on his driver’s license. His fake driver’s license that came from who knew where. A driver’s license that allowed him to drive, whereas I had none, and therefore no ability to go anywhere, ever. After flunking my test (twice, but who’s counting), I had driven the minivan through the kitchen with only my permit, and that meant no license until eighteen, which was a long wait.
    It was a cruel, cruel world, all brought about by Levi, and maybe if I really was a demon slayer, I should just kill Levi too.
     
     
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