“It doesn’t work like that,” Renee muttered, drowned out by the grinding metal in his ear. “Why don’t you go? Watch him on his own.”
The demon seemed to reply too quietly to hear, to which Kris struggled to piece together.
“Maybe the same way my parents do,” Kris shuddered at her reference.
“Narcissists tend to,” Jason concurred. “Which begs the question of why you’re not like them.”
Kris’ eyes darted to the side, his ears folded back as he felt an eerie presence around him.
“That’s what I gathered at least,” Jason continued while Renee seemed to block the demon out.
“I already answered your question. I’m not a record,” she ground out.
“A record?”
“I might be broken, but I will not repeat myself,” Renee warned, her tone clipped.
Jason hummed at that.
“I don’t think you’re br
