Taming Alpha Rhye
While Lily had never actually seen a demon, she had always assumed they were taller than four feet and had leather wings rather than delicate strands of gossamer, far too gorgeous for a merciless savage.
Still, you didn’t have to be an eight-foot fire-breathing demon to pull a trigger. The puny creature might very well be the one taking potshots at them. Grinning at them while carrying a shotgun.
"Run. Elfy now!" she rasped, instinctively crawling to place herself between the intruder and the wounded Rhye.
"No, milady, I won't leave you!" He shouted back.
Ignoring her command, the demon moved forward to peer down at the alpha, and then, of all things, spoke with a lilting Spanish accent.
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