Fourteen
Liam
The demon looked more surly and terrible than usual, with bloodshot eyes and a heaviness to his gait that made his boots scuff the floor when he walked.
The vampire seemed to be recovering, albeit slowly; a slight tremor remained, and the effort of attacking his friend seemed to have taken another toll on him.
Both men sat on the couch, looking up at me almost like children awaiting news of their punishment.
To say I wasn’t looking forward to this conversation was a serious understatement, but I couldn’t put it off any longer. I’d already lost hours getting back to the material plane; it was becoming more difficult to transition between my forms, and the human vessel made travel much more challenging. For Gray, it’d likely been days since I’d left her. I hated the though
