Kyros

Everyone was staring at Esmeray and Amell munching on snacks and sipping on tea served by the Lost Souls while they read some human magazines. On the other hand, Raziel was knitting tiny clothes that could only possibly fit a voodoo doll. The three of them appeared so calm for someone who had just bullied their way into an alliance with the Dragon Realm.

"How are your wounds?" The Demon King inquired breaking the silence the moment Aidan Draco left the Neutral Grounds.

And here Esmeray was thinking that by some miracle the creep had not recognized her. Looking at the Demon King over the top of her magazine Esmeray asked with a sweet smile. "How's your son's hand?"

The Demon King's eyes flickered to hers, first with surprise then they darkened to a shade more sinister. "You are the one who cut his fingers?" His question was more like a statement.

"He only told you about the fingers?" Plastering the magazine to her chest Esmeray gasped in mock surprise.

"How do you know my bride an