When she heard such a crazy statement Skylar couldn't stop herself from asking "what do you mean?" but she didn't get answers from her, she panicked and begged the FBI agents to never reveal what she confessed to anyone.
Since that day she had disappeared, she just sent letters every month to check how the investigation was going and make sure everything was ok.
The reason why that poor desperate woman decided to come clear was that she had been physically and emotionally wrecked by the person she loved the most. She had seen for who he truly was and she got so scared that she ran away disappearing forever.
She couldn't imagine what she saw, she knew he was maleficient and vile but she didn't expect him to turn into such a monster.
Calling him Demon was nothing compared to who he truly was.
The next day Skylar continued her investigations, she drove to Kasyrgan with her car, she learned taxi drivers could not be trusted and when she arrived at the Gates she found the pub with its door opened, maybe Demon left the entry opened because he didn't expect her to come or worse because he knew she could come and was waiting for her.
Whatever reason he had, both the options were positive because it meant she affected Demon, it meant she made such an impression on him whether positive or negative.
As soon as she walked in, she was invaded by loud music and soaked by a terrible smell of alcohol and sweat. Women danced on the tables, they were half naked, full faces of makeup to make them as unrecognizable as possible.
Skylar drew her gaze through the pub, checking each person to see if she could spot someone who could be Demon but she didn't see him anywhere. Maybe he wasn't there but how was it possible? Charlotte told her he was there almost every day because he couldn't renounce his morning dose of whiskey. Whiskey was to Demon what caffeine was too normal people.
"You can be sure of two things about him," Skylar remembered Charlotte's words so well, "the first is that whenever you find him he is probably drinking, and the second thing is if he isn't drinking he is smoking."
"How can he not be drunk all the time then?" Was the question Skylar asked.
"Because he doesn't drink a lot, he sips very slowly as if he has to taste each drop of whiskey. Then I don't know if he has grown some high tolerance or superpower to alcohol I suppose."
She checked the desk where whiskey stood, a whole line dedicated to whiskey of different brands. You could say who those were for. And right behind he stood. He wore a leather jacket this time, and his beautiful blue eyes were covered by dark huge sunglasses but at least she could finally get a glimpse of him. His hair was uncovered just like his lips.
And God damn if he looked gorgeous and handsome in those. His look was just like she pictured him. His lips were juicy and bloated to form a light shadow over his chin. His jaw was defined and squared and his hair shined a dark brown.
His body was the most muscular fit body she had ever seen, his pectorals could be seen through his shirt which was slightly buttoned up. His athletic body could fit perfectly his appearance. However, the thing that attracted Skylar the most was his huge ripped shoulders and biceps.
As soon as he turned to her, Skylar found herself agitated and anxious.
He gestured to her to get closer and through the crowd of people, she managed to reach him, avoiding the pushes and the amass of men who stared at her pervertedly.
When she reached him she could finally feel how standing near to him felt like. The sensation Charlotte described was the same as she experimented with. It was almost magical as if he overawed her as if tHe entire background disappeared and it was just the two of them. His eyes covered by his sunglasses could still penetrate her and due to the closeness, she could stare at his lips. Those had a weird color, a flaming red.
"You want a job right?" He asked with a controlled voice. As he spoke she got the sensation that the music lowered or maybe it was she who focused so much on him that she unconsciously could afford to miss any word he pronounced.
"Yes."
"Here you go." And his hand spread to point at the women dancing on the tables.
Skylar widened her eyes, did he lose his mind? She couldn't believe her eyes. He was testing her and challenging her but if he truly thought she could even think of doing such a deplorable and miserable job he couldn't be wronger.
At least she finally saw him in his face, even if his eyes were covered completely and without the full face she couldn't do a perfect identikit.
"No way I am doing that."
"Then you are welcomed to leave the city as quickly as you came." He replied and turned back so that she couldn't look at him.
"I am sure you have something else to offer me." Skylar attempted as she quietly sighed.
Even if it was hard to shake her and she expected the worst from someone like him, he still never lost the chance to surprise her negatively.
"You should thank me for even letting you in and offer you this job and what do you do instead? Do you ask for more? Such a spoiled girl." He said with a hint of a giggle on his face and Skylar wondered if he was being sarcastic or rude.
Maybe both.
With Demon you never know his intentions.
Skylar backed off and got pushed abruptly against the ancone. When she turned around to check what was the source of such a hit she saw three men fighting against each other and not even minding her.
She couldn't move, she tried to back off from the fight but every time she moved they pushed even closer against the counter. She was squished to the point that she was even in pain since her back hit the edge of the counter.
"ouch!" She complained.
"You are hurting me." She tried to scream but they didn't even mind.
She looked at Demon who didny even move a finger to help her, what an asshole! She thought to herself as she frowned her eyebrows.
What could she do? She got pushed even more.
she was hurting so badly, the man who pushed her involuntarily was robust enough to break her bones in case he continued to push her.
She pressed her hands against his sweaty back and pushed him away with all the strength she had but she barely moved him.
At least he noticed her, he turned around and look at her as if he pitied her.
He grunted, and from his breath came a strong smell of alcohol then he turned around as if nothing happened and continued his fight by punching his rival in the nose.