Daelic peers around me to where Eva is rooted to her spot in the doorway. Her robe is wrapped tightly around her body with her hair folded up in a towel on top of her head. Her face is red from the heat of the shower but there’s a growing spotchiness crawling up her neck the longer she stares at us.
I try to consider what she sees, me with a demon and a glowing portal to Hell behind us. It pulsates inside of the room steadily like a beating drum. Thrumming through my chest and spending a chill down my spine from the dark magic emitting from it.
For all intents and purposes, this is an actual nightmare in the making.
“Eva,” I clasp my hands together. Stepping between them both, I use my body as a shield until I vaguely realize he’s much taller than me. “This is Daelic. One of Sol’s—”
“Why is there a demon in my dorm, Narine?!”