Sania’s POV
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“Who is that small guy behind you?” the demon asks. It tilts its head. Its horns are scraping the ceiling of the dungeon with a loud screeching sound as if the demon wants us to know how sharp its horns are.
I yank at the cuffs on my wrists. Searing pain shoots from my wrists when they collide with the iron.
Frederick notices my cuffs and he looks at me with droopy eyes, as if saying he doesn’t have the key to the cuffs. Then Frederick looks at the demon and gulps as he realizes we are doomed without me being able to do magic.
Just to scare him, I look at him with a blank face. I swear, his expression is priceless! He looks so pale that I think he is dying of shock right now. His pupils keep on moving from the demon to my cuffs.
I turn my face away from Frederick as
