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place. It’s like you were sleep-walking or something. You grabbed a knife and kept saying there’s an intruder in our house.”
    He pales, dread in his eyes. “So I did hurt you.”
    I shake my head in fast jerks. “Not on purpose. I don’t blame you at all, David. When I raised my voice, you snapped out of it. Like you woke up. Don’t worry, I won’t tell Mom. But maybe you should go home and get some rest. You look exhausted.”
    “I’ve never slept-walked in my life,” he murmurs in confusion, glancing down at the glass all over the floor. “I’ll stay and help you clean this up.”
    He’s visibly shaking and his voice is hoarse. I can’t imagine what it must feel like to lose a period of time and then wake up to bloody chaos and mayhem all around you. I’d be freaked out too. “Ethan will help me. You should go home. Mom will be back soon. You don’t want to spoil the surprise for her. Don’t worry, David. Honestly, everything’s fine now.”
    When Mr. Dixon mumbles more apologies and then starts to get upset all over again, I turn imploring eyes to Ethan and mouth, “Please help him.”
    He sighs and steps forward to grip Mr. Dixon on the shoulder. “I’m sure you’ll feel better after you get some sleep. Maybe you blacked out because you aren’t getting enough rest.”
    Ethan’s calming touch works, and David inhales and exhales slowly, nodding. “I slept eight hours last night, but for some strange reason I do feel extremely tired.”
    Once Ethan walks Mr. Dixon out, I rush to the bathroom to grab the first-aid kit and see how much damage Drake’s demon did to my neck.
    Staring in the mirror, I sigh with relief that the wound is only a couple inches long and doesn’t appear deep enough for stitches. An emergency room visit would be much harder to hide from my mom.
    Houdini sits right outside the bathroom doorway and whines. I glance his way. “It’s okay, boy. I’m fine.”
    Ethan enters the bathroom, his face unreadable. He reaches for the alcohol swab in my hand. “Let me do it.”
    His voice is even, but his eyes are still mostly black and very little blue. He needs to calm down as much as I do. I release the swab and nod, tilting my chin up. The second the wet cotton hits my cut, I wince.
    Ethan tenses, but doesn’t talk while he cleanses my wound and washes the blood off my chest. While he attaches a bandage to my neck, his voice is gruff. “You’re going to need to wear something to cover this up until it heals.”
    “I know,” I say quietly.
    Ethan cups the back of my neck, his thumb gently rubbing the side of my throat. “Was he looking for the book?”
    I nod.
    His brows pull together in a deep frown.
    “He almost got it too. I’d just returned from retrieving it and brought it in the house. Mr. Dixon called about Mom’s present and got here before I could hide it.” My lips quirk. “The mistletoe I’d set on top of it kept the demon from touching it.”
    More blue takes over the black in Ethan’s eyes and he smiles. “Told you it had protective properties.” Sobering, he continues, “I’m glad you’re okay. Samson and I were on the other side of town when my body started to buzz with worry. I knew you were in trouble. I left my brother to finish his errand, so I can’t stay long. I need to go pick him up.”
    Touching my chin, he tilts it until our eyes lock. “The crazed way Houdini was acting when I got here told me a demon was inside, but I didn’t smell anything once we came in.” His forehead creases in confusion. “Even if the demon had left David’s body, I usually still smell its trace in the air for a while, but this time I didn’t. How is that possible?”
    My voice shakes as I tell Ethan everything that happened. When I finish, he grasps my shoulders gently, a look of wonder on his face. “You expelled a demon from Mr. Dixon with just your touch? That’s amazing .”
    I purse my lips in a rueful half smile. “I have no idea if that’s