Iris blinked her eyes, she heard right. For some reason, the Devil words that came out of Thomas's mouth sounded strange to Iris.
She didn't know why.
"Tommy, you … are you sure you're okay?" Iris asked again.
The Thomas she remembered was not this calm. He would throw a tantrum and point the silver sword at her just because he was angry at hearing words that were not to his liking.
But now, Thomas, who was standing in front of him, looked as calm as ripples of water. His deep red eyes were looking at Iris gently and a smile was etched on his face.
Iris subconsciously reached out and touched Thomas' face.
What happened?
Thomas's change couldn't have happened in such a short time, right? Could he have mastered his Devil side?
Iris' hands went up to Thomas' black hair, touched a pair of black horns, and down the man's back, touching his pair of black wings.
