Although Change was right in front of his face, staring at his neck as though she wanted to kiss him… or drain him dry…
Stark made no move to retreat. His body was practically frozen solid and honestly, he was too tired to care.
If she could kill him, if she wanted to kill him—then she would have done so already.
Change had another objective.
'But really, what were the chances I would run into a demon??'
Stark had heard little about them, only that many years ago, a time in the distant past, demons were a notable problem.
But the prevalence of demons had dropped heavily in modern times, so much so that most people didn't even know what a demon was.
'Was the old age martial arts techniques the cause of demon issue back then? If that was the case, what does she want?'
He sighed. "You are breathing in my face."
The woman gave him a deadpan look and drew back, an innocent smile on her face. "Forgive my manners," she said in Vee's voice.
