Lila POV
The multiple towering filing cabinets and the large cage in the middle of the floor are as clear as day. Pushed up against the far wall is a huge furnace, the kind used to burn bodies, and I can’t resist the shudder that snakes through me. Those poor humans.
“Call him,” I growl, nudging my blade into her.
“S-Sebastian,” she stammers. “Sebastian, I have brought them as requested.”
Nothing. Not a reply, not even a whiff of demonic magic.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are, little demon.” Adrian flicks a knife in his hand and searches the main part of the floor.
“Looks like our demon is a bit shy,” Annastasia says, contemplating her black polished nails. “How adorable. Let’s go kill it.”
I glance at her and smile. She may be a woman of few words, but the ones she does use a
