Ethan's eyes caught the antique cigarette lighter near his feet. It had fallen from Xylo when he was tossed out of Bella's darkness.
Rust covered most of its surface, which was a normal wear from several months of constant use, and as such had become a personal item.
With a smile, Ethan picked it up.
Xylo's gaze darted around the room frantically. He spotted Ishtar, their target, but also saw the swordsman they had nearly killed the other day.
And his stomach dropped.
This meant that the demon crouched in front of them, undeniably the high-ranking presence they had sensed earlier, was not aligned with their cause at all.
They were caught in the worst possible situation.
Zurin had her teeth gritted as she stared at the swordsman, a significant part of her wishing she had killed him when she had the chance.
Ethan let the demons recuperate for a moment, watching them carefully. Then he began. "We know you're sent by House Tisseus. How many more of you are there?"
