Damien felt his chest rumbling with growls he couldn't contain. His fangs began to extend as he looked at Zia walking by. Arlon glanced over into the kitchen and smirked, making eye contact with Damien. His demon wanted blood. This would be for fun and revenge. He hated everything about Arlon.
Zia looked different. Damien wondered if it was really her he was seeing. She dressed different. There was a calmness to her he hadn't seen since she was a child. Something was wrong. What did Arlon do to her? The thought of Arlon having her brought visions of him burning Arlon to death in his mind. He would be satisfied with hearing his screams as he slowly died.
