Elijah nodded and jingled the little bell again, seeming to like the sound. He grinned foolishly.
But Amelia’s gaze deepened.
She never believed that things were inherently good or evil.
The most terrifying thing wasn’t demons—it was the human heart.
Since she had taken Elijah in, she would take care of him for life.
After all, he was just a glutton. If you didn’t provoke him, he wouldn’t cause trouble.
Amelia pinched his soft, chubby cheeks.
Elijah suddenly remembered something and gestured: That guy earlier—he’s about to die. I could smell it.
"Everyone has their fate. Depends on whether he decides to go street racing tonight."
Previously, Amelia hadn’t been able to see the dark aura on someone’s forehead at a glance. She had to analyze their facial features instead—something he
