Chapter 37

Rohan sprang to his feet, then rushed the demon again.

Asmodeus held up a hand, looking almost bored.

Rohan stopped inches from the demon, lips parted, giving breathy gasps, like he was stuck on the verge of an orgasm.

"Bring me the girl," Asmodeus ordered. His eyes glowed as he caressed Rohan's neck with his warty index finger.

Rohan rubbed up against him like a cat. It was the new gold medal standard of creepy. Physical danger from demons was one thing, but I found the psychological threat of being compelled via voice command even more disturbing. Rohan marching toward me with jerky steps, uselessly fighting the demand, unnerved me more.