Damian laid the woman in his bed and pulled the covers up. She was still unconscious. He stood back, observing her. He knew she couldn’t just stay here, but he had no idea what he was going to do. Where did she come from? Why was she here? Did she need medical attention? For now, all Damian could do was watch over her. That, and keep the Hell Knights away. Who knew what the Hell Knights would do with a being that very obviously did not belong here.
Wait. The Hell Knights.
Damian stared at the door. He knew they could sense magical entities, regardless of what spells Damian weaved to try and hide her. He couldn"t stop them from seeing her, or at least feeling her presence. All he could do was stop them from reaching her. Temporarily. It would have to be good enough.
"Artemis," he whisper
