Victim? What does that mean?" I asked, startled how... how weak my voice sounded as I took a step back into my dresser.
"Well, not yet." Sebastian said with a smirk. "You have to agree to a contract."
"Contract?"
"Yes. The contract. You can live until you find who, or what, killed your parents. After that, I can have your soul." Sebastian explained for me. I took that in for a moment.
"Okay. I can live with that." I said. "And what is your part in this 'contract'?"
"I serve you until the day you decide I can eat your soul. Meaning, any order you give me, I must follow, no matter what extent I take it to." Sebastian said. I took another moment to have that sink in.
"Any strings attached?"
"No."
I nibbled my bottom lip. "Then I agree. You can be my demon until the day I find who or what killed my parents." Sebastian grinned and twirled the hairbrush.
"Excellent." The mark burned for a moment more before it faded. I looked at it to make sure it was still there. I heard the doorbell ring, and I heard Summer run down the stairs to get it.
Sebastian finished brushing my hair and putting on his glove again before I went down, stopping beside her. There was a woman at the door, her hair a purple tint, almost the same color as her dress. I heard her say something about staying.
"No, sorry." I said before Summer could say anything. I received an elbow.
"Don't be rude." Summer said, giving me one of those 'Try-Me' looks.
"We can't Summer. You can't just let random people in here."
"Yes, we can." She snapped. I took a tiny step back; Summer never got mad at me, let alone snapped.
"Summer, listen to me." I said. "You're going to piss me off. We can't let random street walkers in our house! What don't you understand!" And then I was surprised.
Summer pushed me from the doorway, and the woman walked in.
I glared at Summer, but I said nothing else about it. I didn't want to make her mad. So I let Summer lead the woman into the house. I guess I can allow this much...