Demona kept staring at her arm with his name carefully formed by her dark blooded veins, almost glowing. Answers to the reason why this was happening, refused to go into his brain for answers.
Sofia confused, bent her head a little under his that was fixed in thoughts she wondered what they were. She was trying to get his attention starting from his fixed gaze. But then, her eyes fell on her arm. She did wonder why this was happening. She knew Demon should at least have a reason for all this.
Demona had an idea. He want to see if it was going to work.
He looked it Sofia's eyes, and she looked back into his.
"Can you trust me, Sofia?" He asked, hopefully.
Sofia could only stare. If she said no, she may not get the answer she was looking for.
So she nodded positive, not knowing she did.
