Chapter 20
“He’s the Devil?” Danny repeated, looking rather like someone who had just swallowed a large dose of battery acid. Beelzebub affected a negligent shrug. “That’s what her blog said.”
“But — ” The young man hunched over and twined his fingers in his overlong hair. “How is that possible?”
“Maybe she’s just crazy,” Asmodeus put in. Danny lifted his fingers from his hair, which remained standing up in a pair of tufts closely resembling horns. Ironic, Beelzebub thought.
“No,” Danny said at once. “Christa is not crazy. I mean, she can be moody and all, just like most girls, but I don’t think she’d say something like that unless she really meant it.”