Tale As Old As Time
"Look at the demon, protecting his whore."
Kavan growled, tipping his head to the side. When he spoke, his voice was ominous, deep, and dark. His voice was that of a demon. "Say that again if you wish to lose your tongue."
Fyn gasped, pushing Kavan aside to walk in front of him.
Hana was pale, her eyes stuck on Kavan. Only when Fyn approached and got in the middle of them did Hana's eyes flicker over to him. Fyn raised his arms up, feeling the intense heat of the forest fire they just started.