“We’ll take our leave now,” Mare waved with a chirpy voice. “We will be back, Aisha Yang!”
Aisha waved back as her visitors stepped into their own portals. She knew they’d definitely be back – with or without prior notice. She had come to accept that as her normal day in Hell.
Aisha closed the doors, scanned the mansion’s grand hall, and noticed the dark shadow that seemed to follow her around since she came to live in Damien’s abode. She tilted her head, more curious now than she initially did. She once feared the dark shadow, especially with how Damien had warned her back then to be wary of it.
Perhaps it had just been him teasing her then, delighting in seeing her squirming with fear.
