Chapter 12: Belladonna Wine

Breakfast went surprisingly well. Once Artemisia slammed the book into Geon's forehead, there was no going back to the little chaos that had been brewing before. The demon looked at her as he toyed with one of the cookies the goat maid had brought, the demon's eyes were fully directed at her, not wanting to miss any measly movement from Artemisia.

This was starting to get uncomfortable. The young woman knew she was beautiful, the fact that her hair was as light as a ray of sunlight was what caught her most attention, however, she had already gotten used to it as the years passed. And people didn't tend to look at her either as if she were the last meal they would have on earth, the thing that would satisfy the hunger of the person who imprisoned her with their eyes. The way Geon looked at her was a little scary.

“Umn... So... What makes me so... appetizing to demons? Like, is everyone going to feel like eating me?” Artemisia asked as she flipped through a random book on Delfine's shelf