Karl heaved a sigh when the door shut behind Deanne. He glanced over at the dried herbs she had been crushing before setting his own pestle down to rub between his eyes.
He didn’t like having tension between them but he’d be lying if he said her words hadn’t cut him deeply. They’d hurt so much because a part of him believed they were true. For so long he’d struggled with the insecurity that all he was good at was medicine.
He wasn’t remarkable looking, he was shorter and scrawnier than most demon males and when it came to relationships Karl struggled. He was awkward around people and could barely hold a conversation without mental exhaustion getting the better of him, unlike Deanne who could charm people by merely locking eyes with them.
After all his sister managed to be the only pe
