the answers anyway. Nope. This guy might seem nice enough, but that smile was all predator.
I eat slowly, trying to drag out the time before we leave, regretting that I agreed to it, but at the same time, I can’t wait to get out of this place. I don’t feel like myself.
At this point, I’d rather deal with Colt and all of his drama than deal with this Demon and his unreadable intentions.
What I want most, is to feel my magic and not feel so fucking useless.
“Come on, eat up. Don’t worry, we won’t go far.” He grins again, and I chew the steak, barely tasting it. I should probably tell him he’s grinning like a psychopath, but I’m not sure he’d take the offence intended.
“I’m not that hungry,” I tell him pushing the half-eaten food away.
“Okay then, well, let’s go. Then when you’re back you should probably shower and change.” He looks at me all judgy, and I scowl.
“If I had a bathroom, I would,” I snark. I found the toilet, but there’s nothing more than a sink in there.
“You have a bathroom.” He looks at me, and I can tell he’s trying not to laugh at me.
“No I don’t!” I say through gritted teeth. I don’t exactly want to fight with the only person being nice to me, and also, he’s a Demon, and I’m without my magic, the odds aren’t exactly in my favor.
“Sure you do, just like you have a closet full of clothes.”
“Funny, I haven’t seen any,” I tell him snarkily, my patience wearing thin. He waves his hand and two doors appear on the other side of the room.
Fucking Demons.
“Why were they hidden?” I ask, trying not to snap at him.
“I guess someone was having fun with you.” He winks. I clench my fists and take a deep breath. Punching the Demon isn’t going to help me right now, and I’ve never punched anyone in my life, I’m pretty sure I don’t know how.
“I guess so,” I tell him and try to calm myself.
“Shall we go then?” He asks standing and tucking his chair back under the table. I slip the knife up the sleeve of my hoodie and hope he doesn’t notice.
“Sure, why not. Though, can I shower first?” I ask as nicely as I can muster.
“I don’t see why not,” he says and I head over to the two new doors that appeared. “It’s the one on the left.”
I open the one on the right, just in case, but he wasn’t lying, so I grab some clothes, as if that was my intention, and head into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.
Oh my god there’s toothpaste! Yes!
I don’t even want to think about my breath right now.
I turn on the shower and strip out of my clothes, bundling the knife up with them to keep it hidden since there isn’t anywhere in here I could hide it. A sink, a bathtub, and a shower. Nothing that you’ll find me complaining about, but nowhere to conceal a stolen weapon.
I jump under the hot water and moan. It feels so damn good. Much as I want to spend the rest of the day under here, I wash quickly scrubbing the grime from my hair and body before grabbing a towel from the rail.
I tie my wet hair in a ponytail using an elastic I find on the counter, then dry myself off and dress quickly. Don’t want to keep the Demon waiting, especially since he seems intent on being nice to me.
“Right, I’m ready,” I say as I open the door, the steam billowing out around me.
“Change of plans, sweetheart.” The voice stills me and I try to keep my cool.
Archer fucking Dotoro.
Chapter Eleven
Remy
Three fucking days.
That’s how long it took us to trek through that desert and find a trace of what could be considered civilization, or at least as close to it as we can get down here.
Level two might be Envy, but I’m not envious of anyone trapped out there. That shit was quite literally hell. Except, now we’ve found some weird tavern to stay in while we try to figure out our next move, and also try to hide from as many Demons as we can.
“I still wish we knew why the last crazy ass Demon ran away when Remy started bleeding.” Creek sighs as he lounges on the bed in the room. The room is possibly the weirdest one I’ve ever stayed in, but at this point, who am