“Nevaeh!” Her name was shouted out, pulling her back from the tunneling darkness that she had cocooned herself within. “Wake up! Princess?”
A gasp rocked out of her chest as she shot up to an upright position. Feeling arms wrap her shoulders, her head jerked right to see who had touched her.
Merchegoras.
“Merch?” Her hand shot to her head as she cradled it against a waning ache. “What the hell happened?” Nevaeh looked around anxiously, wiping the sweat from her face with the pad of her hand.
Rubbing her shoulders, the High demon shrugged. “I was hoping you would tell me. I came to discuss some things with you and found you like this.” He asked. “You ok? You look pale.”
“I’m fine,” though that came out weak. Aside from her ass planted on the floor a few feet fro
