I looked around the room, bewildered by the sudden change, wondering what had upset the high demon enough to thrust me back to my room as though I were some disposable pawn in his game. But it didn't make sense; he was in the middle of speaking.
The only indication that something was amiss was the goblet still glued to my right hand. I clenched it, a ripple of frustration at how easily he could manipulate me with his powers. I hated feeling so powerless, so at his mercy. Gripping the goblet tighter, I resolved to confront him. There were still questions burning inside me, questions that only he could answer.
So, I stormed towards the door and hurried through the hallway.
He couldn't just dismiss me like that, not without giving me some explanation. He was just down a staircase, probably
