Everyone in the room paused and looked at the kitchen's newest arrivals. Sébastien broke away from Levi, finally addressing the older man with a curt nod, “Thanks Davis.” Davis bowed out of the room as Merch walked in. The demon jumped onto the stool next to Nevaeh, looking over her body with skeptical eyes.
“How does the princess feel this morning?”
Nevaeh shrugged, “I actually feel great.” Ofa snickered behind her which invited a swift, sharp elbow to her cousin’s stomach.
Merch’s classic smirk shifted from Ofa to Nevaeh. “Maybe so, but we need to be absolutely sure. Would you care if I touched you? I want to poke around in your mind and see if any damage has been done. You never know what Yuro is up to until it bites you in the ass.” His words sunk in her stomach lik
