Erick paced back and forth in the hallway between the dining room and the kitchen.
How should he approach this with Carol? He had asked for blood only a few days ago, but the demon head kept demanding more.
He growled a curse under his breath and rubbed his head. His blue hair tousled and tangled into a mess.
He had talked and walked with a swaggering false bravado because Zander was in the room and he wanted Zander to think he was doing a good job.
But in all honesty, with Zander gone, he'd done a super lousy job.
Erick grimaced. He needed to do better.
At this moment, doing better meant he needed to face Carol and ask her for more blood.
He squared his shoulders.
She was just a tiny dwarven woman with no magik to speak of. He was the Emperor of Ashrya who traveled between dimensions every day.
The power difference between them was HUGE!
Erick groaned and covered his face. "But she scared him so…"
