She had known he was a demon. She had known he drank human blood … but ... but…
She couldn’t help thinking that if he was handsome and nice to her ... then, he must be good. Deep down. Mustn’t he? Why was he being so nice to her if this was how he treated mortals?
Her lower lip wobbled pitifully.
Asmodeus looked at her expression and rolled his eyes. “Are you going to start crying?” he asked, sounding aghast.
“No,” she said stubbornly.
“Good. I can’t stand women who cry.”
“That says something about maturity, I think.”
He glanced at her. “Mortal girl, I’m a demon. Immature is what I do best.”
She physically fought not to roll her eyes. She liked Asmodeus, for all he was a lech.
Turning from him, she sat heavily on her bed and stared off into space, unable to stop thinking about what she had just seen.
Elizabeth chewed her lip.
He had killed people. The truth of it was irrefutable.
How far could her moral compass stretch? Would she like the person she would become if she stayed here, for even a few months, turning a blind eye to the things that happened within these walls?
Her thoughts spiralled.
Asmodeus peered at her in concern. It was almost heartwarming, the concern evident on his face.
She took a moment to breathe deeply and restore her sense of calm.
“Thank you.”Thank you for helping me not go into shock,was what she refrained from saying.
He brandished a bone with a hunk of lamb on it. “Gave me a fright there. Thought I was going to have to explain to his magnificence why we lost ya.”
“Thank you for helping me,” she repeated.
“You can always thank me by flashing me one,” he said, waggling his eyebrows with exaggerated lechery.
She responded by throwing a pillow at his face.
Grinning, he raised his hands in surrender and left.
Elizabeth had known Caspian was a demon. She had just hoped her demon was somehow a good one. That he had a secret good side and wasn’t as awful as the stories said.
The fool she was.
They were monsters. Each and every one.
Chapter 13
Angels and Demons
Instead of addressing the guilt and shame she felt at enjoying the other night with Caspian, she decided she despised him.
How could he invite her here? Expect her to be okay when that was what his kind did to hers? Those poor women, who would never return home nor hold their loved ones again. And for what? Power? To feed his magic?
Demons wereevil. Pure evil.
