“Why are you blushing furiously?” Damien said with a devilish smile on his face.
The demon closed the doors and snapped his fingers, sending his coat and cane into the rack without Aisha’s help. He continued to slowly move forward, and Aisha’s mind instantly went into overdrive. She couldn’t tell what he was going to do next – what did those eyes of hellfire want with her now?
“Dinner is ready! I will have it prepared,” she said as she tried to avoid spending another second falling for his traps.
“Stop – right – there,” came Damien’s cold voice.
Aisha froze in place, slowly turned around, and answered, “Yes, Lord Damien?”
The Harbinger shifted his weight to his right foot, “Did you forget what we agreed about last week?”
“Is it applicable now?” Aisha replied, her eyes observing Damien’s actions.
