Mathilda’s POV

“Mathilda! Open the door! Do you hear me?”

Paula’s shrill voice shattered my precious nap. What the hell did she want now? She’d been pounding on the door nonstop like her life depended on it.

I tried to ignore her, but eventually gave in — my ears couldn’t take her annoying voice any longer.

Suppressing my irritation, I opened the door to find the curly-haired demon herself standing there.

“Were you masturbating?” she asked, raising an eyebrow, her tone dripping with vulgar amusement.

What the hell?!

What a wonderful question to greet someone with after waking them up.

“I’m sorry, Miss Paula. I was sleeping,” I said, keeping my tone even. “Is there something you need?”

“Yes, of course.” She pushed past me and sat on my bed like she owned the place. “I want to know how things went with that guy who came to visit you. Did it all go well?”

Paula’s eyes roamed over me — wild, sharp, like she wanted to pounce. Sometimes I truly wondered if she was human.

“I’m sorry, Miss Pa