Twenty-Six

Seraphina's P.O.V.

It wasn't lost on me that Demetri stayed between myself and the strange woman. As mad at him as I was, I wasn't about to leave his side when there was another demon in my house. One he clearly seemed to know. If he didn't trust them with me, I would not be trusting them either.

"Are you going to sit here and play games, or are you going to answer our questions?" I snapped, trying to make my voice sound stronger than I was feeling. In reality, I was feeling about two inches tall. The last thing I wanted was a stunning woman coming into my home and telling me that I was just one of the many holes Demetri satisfied himself with, even though I was well aware of that fact after this morning.

Even worse was that he didn't correct her.

"Feisty today," The woman taunted with a smirk pulling up the corners of her lips. "Lover's spat?"

I was curious as to why she was here in pajamas, but more so why she was here at all. Her lack of answer to my question sent anger through