"Yeah," she said after a brief pause. "We're still in Starkville. Where are you?"
Alexion closed his eyes and concentrated so that he could hear Kyros through the phone.
"Where are you staying?" Kyros asked.
"In a hotel."
"Is Ias with you?"
Danger cleared her throat before she answered. "Why do you want to know?"
"I've been thinking about what he said and I wanted to talk to him again."
"Hang on." She handed the phone to him.
Hoping his friend had come to his senses, Alexion placed it to his ear. "Yes?"
"How close are you to Acheron?"
"Very. Why?"
"Is it true that he has his own demon?"
Alexion decided to play vague. Simi's existence was something Acheron only shared with a few Dark-Hunters, and Kyros wasn't one of the privileged few. "What demon?"
"Be honest with me, Ias," he snarled. "Dammit, you owe me that much."
Alexion ground his teeth. What harm could there be in answering that one question? It wasn't as if Simi couldn't protect herself, especially against a Dark-Hunter. "Yes, he has a demon."
"Then, if I were you, I'd summon it."
"Why?"
No sooner was the question out of his mouth than someone knocked on their door.
Kyros hung up on him.
"That's weird," he said, pushing the button to turn the phone off while Danger got up to open the door.
Before she reached it, a small ball of light came through the wood as if it were nothing tangible. The door itself was left intact while the ball twirled to the center of the room where it grew larger and larger until it was the size and shape of a grown woman.
Two seconds later, a bright burst of light flashed into the room and the shape became that of a tall, fanged female demon.
She had black horns, black lips, red wings, black hair, and yellow eyes. Her skin was marbled with red and black.
But what caught him by surprise was the fact that he knew her face as well as he knew his own.
"Simi?"
She hissed at him, then attacked. She grabbed his arm and slung him into the wall.
Alexion rebounded off it, but caught himself. What the hell was going on here? Simi would never hurt him. Not like this.
She moved to hit him again.
He jumped back, out of her reach. "What is wrong with you, Sim?" he asked in Charonte.
"Do not defile my language, human scum," she snarled angrily.