"When I did show up next door, at 6:34, it sounded like World War III had erupted in the house. I'd let myself in since no one answered the damn door. "I can't believe you ate all the ice cream, Daemon!" I cringed and stopped inside the dining room. There was no way I was going into that kitchen. "I didn't eat all of it." "Oh, so it ate itself?" Dee shrieked so loudly I thought I heard the rafters in the ceiling shake. "Did the spoon eat it? Oh wait, I know. The carton ate it." "Actually, I think the freezer ate it," Daemon responded dryly. I grinned when I heard what sounded like the empty container hitting what suspiciously sounded like flesh."