Jaws dropped again as my blood fell on the table.
Black.
Pitch black blood that spoke more than any words ever could.
Irina gasped and stood from her chair, but the other two had a reaction that couldn't be compared to hers as they fell on their backs. The magician's head slammed against the ground while Bathym seemed to have been melting away, but that was probably just my imagination.
"Y-y-you… are a demon?" Irina asked. She slowly reached into her pockets to pull out her staff while glaring at the three of us but hesitated grandly while staring at me.
It was only natural. After so many days of going around in circles and sharing evil schemes, we had become rather trusting of each other.
Just as she was trusting of me, I was trusting of her.
