Lucian tapped his fingers lightly against the desk, his sharp gaze shifting toward the door as Berry entered first, followed closely by Mira and Jamie. T
hey moved quickly at his summons, though their steps slowed the moment they spotted the figure reclining casually on the chair in the corner of the office.
Belphegor.
Even after ten years of uneasy alliance, the demon king's presence still made the air feel heavier, as though shadows clung to him no matter how brightly the room was lit.
Berry's eyes narrowed. His hand instinctively brushed the hilt of his weapon before he forced it away.
Mira openly scowled, though she bit back her words for Lucian's sake. Jamie, the youngest of the three, shifted nervously, refusing to look directly at the demon.
It was clear in the tension of their shoulders and the stiffness of their movements—they did not trust him.
