"Huh!?" That was her request!?
'So she is that kind of woman…'
Well, she is a demon, so… are all demons like this? Sluttly, lustful, and shameless to their core?
'But then again, how does she know my name?'
Elion's mind raced, trying to piece things together, but nothing made sense. This whole situation was strange; everything that had happened, all of it, just for this?
He frowned slightly.
"How do you..."
"How do I know who you are?" she finished for him, her tone calm, almost amused.
Her hand lifted, and she gently caressed his cheek. Her touch was soft, warm, and gentle, her expression shifting just slightly, something almost melancholic flashing through her eyes as she looked at him.
"Now is not the time for you to know," she said lightly.
Elion's brows furrowed.
What was that supposed to mean?
"You do know that we are supposed to be enemies, right?" he asked again, his tone more serious now. He needed clarity, something he could ground himself in.
