I awoke in Samael's arms. After punching Marax, I tripped and blacked out…
"Put me down," I demanded. He did so, smirking. I stumbled, face red with fury. The guards laughed riotously.
"She truly is feral," Marax observed. I spat at his feet, tripping as Samael dragged me forwards. The metal bit into my wrists, chafing my skin. The demon cocked his brows as my disrespect. "And with no survival instincts, apparently," Marax growled, scraping the spittle from his boot.
"My apologies for her behavior," Samael said offhandedly. He gave my chains a tug, smiling wickedly over his shoulder. The guards parted to let us through. All except Marax, who raised a hand, barring us passage. Samael curled his lip. "What now, Marax?" he sighed.
"Lord, though the human isn't expected to appear professional, perhaps she can at least have some semblance of dignity? Those rags she wears are worse than rat's nests," he commented on my exercise attire.