Leonis' POV
I swear, no one, no other soul says my name the way she says it. It rolls off her tongue like syrup. Like honey. Sweet and natural.
I want to ask her if this is another trick of hers. Another scheme to try and kill me. But I just swallow back my words, because even if she wishes to kill me now, I'm afraid I'll gladly give my life to her. Only problem is, she probably still won't succeed.
She's a fickle human being. This little round doll of mine. First she tells me to kiss her, then she denies it. Now she's saying it again. And I know she's not drunk, neither is she blinded by anything. She sees me, and she asks for the demon in front of her in the most sly way I've ever seen anyone ask for something.
