Katy
“What do you mean you don’t let demons stay at your hotel?!” Sky growls. His hackles are definitely raised, and the veins on his face have multiplied, making him look like… well, a demon. The little brownie behind the counter is terrified.
“W-well, w-we don’t!” The brownie stammers and its large, black eyes look at me for help. It's a male with floppy ears. Pale skin, red suit and he is so short he has to stand on a tall chair behind the counter. “Ma’am, i-is this d-demon yours? Have you formed a contract with it? I-I could make an exception if I knew it was tamed!”
“Tamed?!” Sky hisses. “I’m not a pet!” He places his hands down on the counter, glaring straight into the brownies eyes. “And contract?! This isn’t the eighties!”
“Hush, dear,” I place my hand on Sky’s broad shoulder.
