A Demon’s Kiss
he murmurs gently.
"I hope you're right, Kastriv. Because I don't know anymore," I breathe, casting one last glance at where the Demon once stood.
Kastriv doesn't leave.
He sits with me by the fire as I drink heated milk, telling me stories unrelated to frightening Demon's, to abusive husbands. He tells me about his travels, about the Princess who rules here.
And once Keo has been banished from my mind, thoughts only occupied by Kastriv, I'm led to my room, where I settle under the covers, and Kastriv sits in a chair by the door.