"How's your neck?" He walked towards me, and would have touched me, had I, not, sidestepped him.
"We will be late. The others are already waiting for us." I walk towards the door, "I would rather not be late, so as not to piss the devil off."
"Grys," the devil walked towards me. "My anger—"
I started humming to myself, and that helped me drown out his words.
When he saw I wasn't ready to listen to his words, he didn't say anything else. What he did, was angrily walk past me.
And I followed him, running as I tried to keep up with him.
The walk to the dining was done in uncomfortable silence. I didn't say a word to him, and neither did he say any, to me.
The devil just walked on, and I followed him.
"Kelin." His wives bowed to him when we came in.
The moment Dusa's eyes landed on me, her smiling face turned into a full frown. However, it turned into a smirk when she saw my bruised neck.
