Grimacing, I looked over the candlelit room, missing the sun already. I felt like I’d been working out all day and gone to bed cold. It had to have been from making that construct. I hadn’t taken the smut for it, and I wondered who had. Al? “You said I reset your DNA. Can’t you just…plug and play?” I asked.

“Plug and play…,” Al drawled, his wide back to me as he put the ley-line stuff in a tall cupboard and locked the door with a key, not a spell that could be tampered with. “Such a way with words you have. Yes, my DNA has been reset, but not all the genes a person has are expressed. I have to decide which ones to turn on.”

Like the one with curly red hair. “Oh,” I said simply, slumping where I sat. Jeez, I was tired, and I stretched my legs out from under the black blanket, feeling everything ache. I was still wearing the short-sleeved shirt and jeans Newt had put me in at the edge of the desert, but at least Al had taken my sneakers off—and only my sneakers.

I was silent, thinking about that curly red fur he had been covered with. And the tail. “I kinda like you the way you are right now,” I said, feeling my muscles ache as I swung my feet to the floor and touched my toes to the cold floor. “Where’s Pierce?”

“I don’t know.”

My next words vanished in surprise. He didn’t know? The way he said it was more like he didn’t care. It wasn’t like Al to let profit slip from him, and I wondered what was up. Shifting my aching shoulders, I mumbled, “I don’t like you in here when I’m sleeping. It gives me the creeps.”

“Yes, well, it was easier for me to work quietly here than to move you to my room.” He stood, a handful of ley-line charms in his thick hands. “Now that you’re awake, you’ll be moving in there.”

My arms ached, and I rubbed them. Then I stopped. Moving in there? “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” I said, waking up fast. “Okay, I let you in my head and everything, but that doesn’t translate into me moving into your bed!” I stood, wobbling, and suddenly he was there, holding my elbow.

“Let go!” I yelled, yanking out of his grip and falling back into the soft warmth of the blanket. My heart pounded, and I felt weak, surprising me. “I may be a demon!” I exclaimed, feeling my eyes start to warm as it all sank in. “But I’m not your girlfriend, wife, or anything. Anything!” I shouted, shaking as I drew my feet up and held my shins to me. “I’m not sharing your room, your bed, or your life. I can sleep just fine right here!”

“Rachel, Rachel, Rachel,” he said, very still and unmoving. “Always jumping to the wrong conclusion. You’re like a frog, you know.” Looking nothing like himself, Al retreated to the smaller hearth. Slowly my knees dropped from my chin, leaving me embarrassed. Sheesh, I’d huddled up like a scared little girl.