On Demon Wings

“You can try,” I said, making sure to add a teasing tone to my voice so he wasn’t too discouraged.

 

“Then I shal . Have a good night, my lady.”

 

There was a click of silence and I slowly pressed the end-cal button.

 

“Who was that?” my mother asked careful y. There was an edge to her voice.

 

“Oh,” I said with a shrug. “Just some guy.”

 

“Dex?” she asked venomously. Her tone jolted me.

 

“No!” I exclaimed. “Not Dex. Do you think I’m stupid?”