Rosalie dropped both hands onto the black dining table and nearly jumped from her seat. However, Asmodeus swiftly placed his heavy hand on her shoulder, firmly pinning her back down. With a smile radiating fake politeness, he warned her one more time,
"Get a hold of yourself. Remember, if my guests notice that something is amiss with you, your child will never live."
A suffocating lump formed in the woman's throat as her big gray eyes frantically ran up and down Damien's armor.
'What is happening? Why is he here? Did he manage to find me this fast? But it's impossible to get here...'
Rosalie's mind drowned in a relentless sea of questions and assumptions.
The demon, perhaps sensing her confusion, offered an explanation,
