"Oh yeah, right."
Zoravec faked a cough and released her while looking away. On the other hand Devi was sweetly looking at him with a mischievous grin lingering. She innocently looked at him while Zoravec reached for her hand and the demoness acted coy due to the gesture. Devi did not want him to figure out that she actually felt some strange emotions for him.
It was hard for her to believe and accept the discomfort which she experienced in her chest. Never in the history of her kind somebody had felt care or something similar to that before. Or perhaps it was kept hidden because of being a taboo? Nonetheless, the demoness was trying not to let her evident emotions surface on her face.
"Come with me."
He dragged her downstairs to confront his mother since she was the one to call the cops. It was not a question who did it because there was nobody else in the house. Zoravec knew his mother disliked Devi and was acting strange around her but he was unaware of the reason.
