The red-bearded sturdy man slowly turned the gun down and emitted a low grunt, then a smirk appeared on his lips as if something terrible flashed in his mind.
He smirked while he nodded for her as a gesture to induce her to follow him on the path to the door.
There beginned her adventure. It all happened so fast and in a matter of a snap of fingers that she couldn't mentally prepare herself for what was going to happen. She could barely believe in her eyes, she was finally going to meet Demon. Her legs felt a bit stiffy, and the crowd in front of her opened like a curtain, one step and her heart beat even more strongly, and in her throat formed a lump.
The door in front of her revealed all the signs that the years engraved on it, allowing her to see the coarsely covered-up dents and holes in it, letting her deduce that the poor door had been through a lot of fights and shoutings. The bearded man gave a light push to the door and the door squeaked as it opened slowly. A smell of whisky invaded the nostrils of Skylar's nose as she took a step inside. "Good luck." the bearded man whispered before he pushed the door behind her,
"It was a pleasure meeting you," he added right before the door slammed loudly close.
Skylar didn't know if he was serious about that or if it was just a threat, however, she couldn't deny that as soon as the door closed her heart skipped a beat and her knees trembles. The whole atmosphere of that pub was just oddly eery and disturbing, even for her. For the first time in her life, for the first case in 8 years of working in the FBI, she experienced the mix of feelings that normal people experience in those situations and she didn't like that.
Her eyes ran through the huge room, the space was filled with tables empty of people but full of drinks and cocktails. On the bottom, left corner of the room, a man from behind sat at a table, he wore a black coat, and long dark hair was the only thing she could perceive of that tall man.
The aura he emanated from his body was enough to prove to her he was the only Demon.
She was close, so close, yet so far to finally knowing the truth and the person behind all the mysteries of that city.
With one more step she took, in his direction, her legs felt a bit heavy and hesitant.
"Stop there," he commanded with a loud controlled deep voice.
The kind of voice that ran through your soul and vibrates in your guts, the kind of voice that attracted you and at the same time scared you.
That was the damaging charm many women mentioned about him.
She stopped, just like he ordered, his fame taught her that he didn't like when people disobey his orders and she already did a lot to move the water and trigger his nerves.
"Speak again. Who are you?" his voice changed a bit, in a different tone, as if he wasn't questioning but he was digging to find the truth.
Skylar could see smoke floating harmoniously and fading in the air, letting her deduce he was smoking, so her look lowered down from his head to his huge shoulder, covered in a luxurious coat, and his hand. His skin was slowing and seemed so smooth to the touch, his long fingers moved elegantly as if he was a classy man. He held a glass, which seemed to merge with his body, from the glass she could get a glimpse of his reflection, his lips were all she could see yet enough to make a shiver run through her back.
She had never seen lips as beautiful, his lips were delicate, and the alcohol he drank wettened the surface of his bottom lip making it bump more and giving it a peachy appearance. His jaw was sharp and defined as if it was the sharpest blade he held.
On the right hand, he held his cigarette now waved in the air as he repeated himself. "Have you heard me miss Lavinston, tell me what are you doing here?" his voice broke the charming spell and she blinked to wake her up from that confusion.
"I'm Madisyn Lavinston I came here because I'm sure you killed our cousin Tyler I demand you to refund us with money, otherwise I will start a war."
He laughed loudly hearing her, so loudly that his laugh echoed in that huge empty sniffy pub.
"a war?"
Skylar nodded and probably seeing her from the reflection of his glass at her nod he laughed even louder.
He cursed under his breath as he managed to catch himself compose, "ask your sister about money, she stole from my gold and jewelry. I suggest you bite your tongue more often, otherwise you will get yourself killed." he inhaled from the cigarette and then he blew smoke circles. "There aren't many pretty women left in this city to get the few of them killed." a brief pause. "Now go."
his hand lifted the glass as if he cheered her bye. And Skylar turned her back, took a few steps away, and then, turned again.
"Give me a job."