Zephyra's POV
"Come with us."
The demon with Draven's face didn't even blink as he spoke, his yellow eyes locked on me like I was prey. My body stiffened, and I took a step back, my bare feet slipping against the wet ground.
"Why should I?" I shot back, trying to keep my voice steady even though fear was tightening around my throat. "What do you even want from me?"
The woman, the one who had been playing the part of motel staff just a few minutes ago, answered instead. Her voice was calm, almost kind, but her eyes gave her away. "We really don't want to hurt you, Zephyra, but if you refuse to come with us, we have orders to take you out."
Orders.
