~Bethany~
Jobalt blinks and then throws his head back in a sharp, resounding cackle. “Wow, sorry. That was insensitive of me. But really, you look like you just went through some s**t. What’s got your cute ass drying out? Wanna talk about it, Venenum?”
As if I would confide in a demon.
Changing the subject, I ask flatly, “How are you?”
He blinks several times. “What?”
I would be shocked too if I were him. “How do you do, Jobalt?”
The demon whistles. “I'm good. Is everything alright? Did I do something wrong?”
I hardly care about how he is feeling. I just want any kind of distraction from the pit in my stomach that’s only gotten worse since I made my exit from the mansion earlier.
Ever since before arriving at Crestbane, I knew Nobles were grossly competitive. In their world, might
