The Demon
“I don’t know, but I intend to find out. By the way, if Sidon Andago’s not your father, you can petition for the royal guardianship, and nobody could marry you off without the king’s approval.”
“But?”
“Should there be a ‘but’?”
I mocked her.
“You girls are so distrustful. Crazy!”
Her answer was hissing and a small punch to my ribs.
Hey, I’m a terrible demon, mind you!
You ought to be afraid!
“You’ve said it yourself—nothing’s ever unambiguous with demons.”
How insolent!
She remembered that I was a demon, but didn’t get the memo that she shouldn’t attack me. What is the world coming to?
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