Whispers of the Demon's Past

What are you doing here?" Elena asked, her eyes scanning for anyone's presence.

"Just wanted to check how you were doing," Damien said with a smirk.

"But you know the risk. You're in the palace. How did you even enter?"

"I am a demon. Invading a palace shouldn't be that much of a stress, especially for an original of my kind," Damien said, walking closer to Elena. "How is the wound? Has it healed?"

"Oh, yeah, about that—thanks. I never got the opportunity to thank you for that," Elena said.

Damien smiled. "They needed to be taught a lesson, so I did that," he said with a playful smirk as he walked outside the barn.

"What are you doing?"

"Checking out the palace, of course," Damien said.

"Are you serious? You being here is already a great risk. You could be sighted anytime," Elena said as Damien approached her, cutting the distance between them.

"What, you're so afraid, princess?" he said.