Ayana was looking through some of the papers from the Vienna factory when Lucas knocked and let himself into the study. The Marchioness put down the papers and leaned back in her chair while questions rushed to the forefront of her mind.
"Now then, what does Mifa's appearance mean to our contract?"
"In a normal circumstance, the appearance of a devil would make no difference to a devil's contract with a human. But Mifa is a special case."
"But she has met me."
"Yes, my lady." The devil stopped talking, clearly, he was not going to volunteer anything.
Ayana would have to pull information out of her butler piece by piece. One question kept running through her mind.
"Who's direction would you take first, hers or mine?"
Swirling eyes flashed with a sharp smirk. "That's the right question. Unfortunately, you are not going to like the answer. For a devil, their own kind always supersedes anything else."
