I gaped terrifyingly at the valley below, the chilly breeze storming against me as I tethered on the brink of falling only to be swiftly yanked back inside by the arm that had gripped me, its force slamming the door shut—the chilled panorama turning into an embrace of warmth, infused with the high demon’s aura that immediately assaulted my senses.
In that blink of a moment, driven by instinct years of training, and immediate danger, I pushed away all consequences, twisted the arm that pulled me in, and thrust the person forcefully against the wall behind them. My left arm restricted him, pressing against his exposed chest, damp perhaps from a recent bath, while the other hovered dangerously close to his neck, poised to draw blood.
A raven-like robe falls over his broad shoulders, reveali
