Soul Thief-Demon Trappers 2
“He was in his usual jeans and sweatshirt, the one with the picture of a guy taking a sledgehammer to a computer keyboard. The caption said COMMENCE REBOOT.
He set his computer bag on the floorboard, then stared at her. “Your hair. It’s different.”
“It needed a trim. It got really frazzled in the fire.”
“I like it. It looks good.” Her friend handed over an insulated cup. “Hot chocolate with whipped cream,” he announced, then swiped at his own brown hair to get it out of his face.
“You brought me hot chocolate. You rock, Mr. King.”
“I do, and your timing’s excellent. I’ve only been here a few minutes.”
“You take the bus?” she asked.
“No, David dropped me off. He wanted out of the house as much as I did.”
No doubt. “I’ve got a trapping run.”
Peter swiveled in his seat, eyes widening. “What kind of demon is it?”
“It’s just one of the small guys, a Grade One Klepto-Fiend. I figured you’d want to stay in the car.”
“Why? This could be fun.”
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