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Demons always brought a unique chill to the air. The people who were more gifted with the supernatural often mistook it for the paranormal, but demons brought a more primitive fear. The hair would rise at the back of your neck, and a deep cold would race down your spine, a chill would settle in your stomach. If you weren’t specially trained for the signs, it would be very easy to mistaken for anxiety or nerves…
Or simply nerves for meeting a talented and hot boy band.
The convenience store gave a cheerful chime as Mira pushed open the door, tugging the baseball hat tighter on her head to cover more of her pink hair. There weren’t that many people out and about at this time of night but one could never be too careful. It would cause a small commotion if she was recognized. She gripped the plastic bag in one hand, quickly adjusting her glasses with the other as she briskly walked back to the Huntrix building. Despite the relatively safe streets, Mira and the rest of the girls tried to avoid walking during this time of the night without Bobby or one of the many security guards that were sometimes hired. Tonight it couldn’t be helped. Their ramen supplies were right dried up and both Zoey and Rumi had looked at her with those big, begging eyes…
The next thing she knew she was changing out of her pajamas and leaving the sanctuary of the couch.
Now here she was, leaving the store with almost their entire stock of instant ramen, rushing back down a nearly empty street…
Shivering slightly, she pulled her coat tighter around her… and frowned.
Celene had trained them well, and one of the first things she had taught them was the difference between the chill of the weather, and the chill of a nearby demon. This chill had something… there was something sinister about it. She was being watched by at least one demon, probably more.
Frowning, she glanced around, doing her best to still act the clueless human. The demons didn’t always recognize her outside her superstar persona and outfit. If there was a demon attack imminent, then she would need to alert her fellow Huntrixs. The three of them together could slaughter any number of demons, especially with Rumi’s voice… reaching into her empty pocket she realized her phone was still tucked between the cushions of the couch.
Perfect. Of all the nights…
Fine. She just had to make sure that she got back to the tower safely. Without putting any civilian’s life in danger.
She cut down another street, ducking into an alley, shuddering when the chill increased. So the demons were following her. On one hand, good. She could defend herself better than the regular people here. On the other hand, there was no guarantee that she could make it to the tower before they struck. Time to recalculate. She would just pretend to be some sweet little damsel in distress until it was too late for those nasty demons. Lead them away from everyone, strike quickly, and then get home before Zoey and Rumi realized anything was amiss.
Walking briskly, doing her best not to run or sprint or draw more attention to herself, she turned down another alleyway, this time leading them to a dead end. This was where she would make her stand. Limited eyes, limited victims… she took off her hat and glasses, placing them in her bag before putting that off to the side. Didn’t need those getting dirty, she would need them again after the fight. She took a deep breath before turning to the entrance.
“You can come out now. I know you’re there.”
The world seemed to hold its breath for a moment. Even the crickets were silenced for a second.
A tall man with long, pale pink hair materialized, leaning against a nearby wall, watching her. His small, dark eyes following the curves of her body. Acting like it was some K-drama scene from television…
How annoying.
He gave a wide, calculated smile at the woman, white teeth flashing in the dim lights. “We need to stop meeting like this.” He told her in a smug purr.
She shot him a scowl. Of course it was Romance, one of the demons from Saja Boy band.
This was a perfect opportunity to hit the group where it hurt.
“What exactly are you doing out here?” Mira demanded, staring him down. “Your little fan meet-up flop already? Not enough people showed up to stroke your guys’ ego?” She asked bluntly, already reaching behind her, feeling the beginning sparks of the honmon. All these Saja Boys were the same. They loved the sound of their own voice.
It would be the perfect distraction for her to draw her blade.
Romance laughed, the rich sound echoing around them and making her pause. “Always so sassy, like a little kitten.” He said, standing up straight. The demon took a couple of steps towards her. “No, I thought that you would like to know that we made a decision. It took much longer than expected, for which I do apologize for, princess.”
Mira took a half step back, hand fully behind her now. “And why would I care about your decision?” The honmon pulsed, weak without Rumi’s voice. Yet she could feel her weapon slowly forming in her hand…
Both of her wrists were seized quickly. She gave a yelp as she was yanked harshly off the ground, feet swaying with the force of the pull. Already she was trying to squirm free. She felt the power of the honmon fade, her weapon falling uselessly to the ground with a clang before a foot kicked it under a nearby dumpster.
Abby grinned down at her, both of her wrists in one of his hands. Mira was surprised that she didn’t see or hear him approach her with his ass shirt and swollen ego. His own eyes took her in, this time without the relative softness of Romance’s gaze. No. This time Mira felt like she was an all you-could-eat buffet, and the demon was a starving man. “We have decided that it would be best to share you.” He said simply.
Mira dangled there for a moment, stupefied into silence. There was no way that these demon bastards had just said that. She must have hit her head harder than she thought on her last mission. “I must have misheard you.” She slowly said, glaring between both of the demons. “Say that again. One more time.”
“We have decided to share you.” Abby said again. The words fell from his lips effortlessly, like he was simply discussing the upcoming weather forecast. “We both find you irresistible and charming. It only make sense for us.”
Mira barked out a laugh. “You demons are so fucking delusional. Perhaps your brains have finally melted from Gwi-Ma’s flames.” She snapped at them, aiming a hard kick back at Abby. The large demon caught her ankle in his other hand, leaving her with one free leg. He almost seemed amused by her efforts.
God damnit, she was not going down without a fight!
Romance cupped her cheek, gently pulling her face to look up at him. “Delusional? No. Oh no, my dear. Simply two lost souls that have simply fallen under your spell.” He whispered to her, his thumb running along her cheek.
She pulled her face away from him, kicking out at him. “Don’t fucking touch me.” She snapped. “I’m not your fan, and I am certainty not your plaything. Let me go. As your reward I’ll give you to the count of five to try to escape.”
Abby chuckled at her threats. “God you’re adorable.” He said, still holding her steady. “Romance?”
The pink haired demon grabbed her legs, wrapping them around his hips. Mira instantly stilled her squirming, feeling a large shiver run through her body. In all her years of demon hunting, no other demon had ever acted like this. None. There was usually something more animalistic or manic about them than human. But the Saja Boys…
They were the most complex demons she had ever had the displeasure of meeting.
“Let me go.” She demanded, yanking on her wrists and her legs. “Now!”
Abby gave her an amused smile, holding her effortlessly. “Come on, babe. I think that you’ll enjoy it too. Perhaps you even imagined something like this happening. Us in a hotel room, blankets and pillows scattered as far as possible. You screaming our names as we make you see the true pleasure in sinning…”
Mira attempted to swing her captured fist at him, earning another amused grin from the muscular demon. Her cheeks were hot with the shame of the accusation. They were always so fucking full of themselves.
Romance’s hands squeezed her thighs, making her look at him. “You’re beautiful.” He said, giving another squeeze to her thighs. “More beautiful than the cheery blossoms in spring…”
Gag. “Save your pretentious crap for your songwriting.” Mira snapped at him, jerking her leg. “I’m not interested in being shared, let alone being with either of you asswipes.”
Abby’s grip tightened in warning. “Surely you don’t mean that, babe…”
“Call me babe or baby one more fucking time and I will show you just how beautiful I can be.” Mira challenged, pulling on her arm. This was ridiculous. It was like she was caught in a steel trap.
The two demons looked at each other and shrugged wordlessly. “Fine. If that’s how you feel.” Abby said, helping Romance lower her down. “We’ll let you go.”
Mira felt her feet finally touch the ground, the demons taking a step back from her. She should resummon her weapon, run through them with her blade… But she hesitated.
“This feels like a trap.” She muttered more to herself than them.
Both of the demons looked to each other and grinned. She really didn’t like that. It was like they were communicating to each other through silent, demon communication. “Not a trap. We are demons, not monsters.” Abby told her, attempting to tuck in his shirt. It constantly blew free, like some demon lord had blessed him with the perfect breezy weather. “Perhaps this is a good time to let you know that the purple haired one was called away from the tower. I believe Jinu said something about her aunt’s house was on fire.”
Her heart plummeted to her toes. “Rumi…” she whispered. Rumi would be rushing across hell and highwater to get to Celene’s. She hoped that she was ok. And that the demons had nothing to do with the property damage.
“Hmm… yes, that was her name.” Romance said, a slow smile stretching across his lips. “Don’t worry. She and her aunt are perfectly safe. Jinu is crazy about her, not that he will admit it. He will keep her safe, mostly.”
“It’s the other girl you should be worried about.”
“Zoey…” Mira groaned, once again reaching for her phone and cursing her haste to buy ramen. “What did you-”
Romance raised his hands. “We did nothing. Nothing of the sort. However, she seems to have caught Mystery’s eyes…”
“And he was very concerned that Rumai had left the tower.” Abby said, deliberately mispronouncing Rumi’s name. “Very concerned… so concerned that he was standing guard next to the door.”
“The unlocked door.” Romance added.
Mira quickly put together what they were trying to say. “You wouldn’t… Mystery wouldn’t…”
Abby shrugged, his shirt riding up to expose a section of his chiseled stomach. “I wouldn’t put it past him. Even as a demon he always went after what he wanted, when he wanted it.”
“But he might listen to us.” Romance shrugged. “Maybe. No guarantee. We are usually a little more convincing if we are… sated, I believe you humans say.”
There was a chill that settled in Mira’s stomach. “You can’t…”
Abby turned towards Romance. “You know, even if she skipped killing us, she wouldn’t make it in time to save her. Mystery was pretty excited about the opportunity to have some alone time with her. We should go, make sure that he hasn’t caused any other trouble…”
The demons began to back out the alleyway, ignoring how Mira’s thoughts raced. Rumi was gone, Zoey was all alone. Sweet, innocent Zoey who just wanted to share turtle videos and eat her ramen…
She deserved better than being hunted by some demon creep lord.
“Wait!” Mira finally cried out, her cheeks already burning. She couldn’t look up at them, couldn’t bear to see their dumb, smug, asshole faces. They would pay for this later. Once she could ensure Zoey’s safety her blade would taste their blood. “Please. Keep Mystery away from her. I’ll… I’ll do it… for Zoey.” Her eyes squeezed shut, her entire body shaking. But if this was the way to keep Zoey safe…
She would do it in a heartbeat.
A gentle hand gently caressed her cheek before cupping her chin. Romance gently pulled her face up towards his. “Hmmm… I think that can be arranged, my dear.” He pulled her chin towards him…
The kiss was surprisingly gentle. Softer and warmer than Mira had imagined. His hands gripped her arms firmly, taking his time to sip from her lips, his tongue darting into her own to deepen the kiss. Despite herself, Mira began to melt into the moment, her eyes closing as his hands traveled slowly down her arms.
Firm hands gripped her hips and waist as they broke apart for some air. “Don’t hog her, man, I want a taste too.” Abby demanded, firmly turning her face towards him. He was hungrier, more demanding, rougher. He pulled gently on her lips with his teeth, teasing her. “God, she tastes amazing.” He finally said, letting Mira catch her breath for a moment.
Romance cupped her cheeks, pressing another hungry kiss to her. Mira whimpered softly, hands scrambling to hold onto something, to ground herself. She ended up gripping both of their arms, her knees trembling as the demons took turns kissing her deeply. By the time they let her catch her breath her cheeks were dyed completely pink, her eyes having difficulty focusing, her lips kiss swollen.
“Abs?” the pink haired demon asked, thumbs still caressing Mira’s cheeks.
“I got her.” Abby lifted her easily, pulling tight her against him as he leaned against a wall. He dropped soft kisses to her neck and jawline, one of his hands sneaking under her shirt to tease her warm skin. She could just feel the beginnings of his excitement pressing against her ass. “I got her.”
“Good.” Romance stepped between her legs again, draping her legs over his hips and pressing close. “Hold her tight.”
Abby grinned, nuzzling to Mira’s neck. “Oh, I intend to never let her go again.” He nipped again at her neck. That was almost endearing. For a demon anyways.
“I…” she swallowed hard. “No marks on my neck or anywhere visible. We have a show in a couple days… please.”
Romance leaned in, kissing her again. “Your wish is my command, my dear.” He whispered, his thumbs looping into her pant loops and giving a rough tug to her pants.
Feeling the fabric begin to slip over her hips, Mira couldn’t help but shiver. This was really happening. “And be gentle.” She demanded of them.
Romance continued to pull her free of her pants, first one leg and then another, pressing close to her again once she was bare. “I can be gentle if that is what you truly want.” He promised her, pulling back to admire her body.
“I don’t know if I can.” Abby whispered to her, nipping her shoulder. He gave her a wolfish grin as she glared at him. “I’ve been waiting for you for for a long time.”
Mira shuddered at his tone. There was something carnal about it. She jumped as Romance’s fingers pulled her underwear, letting them fall in a crumpled heap next to her pants. Instinctively she tried to close her legs, feeling the cold air against her arousal.
But Romance kept them open. “Keep them open, princess.” He ordered her as he tightened her legs around him. His eyes traveling over her, taking her in. “Abs, keep an eye out for anyone. Make sure that they don’t interrupt us.” Romance licked his thumb before reaching down to rub gentle circles on her clit. Gently teasing her first. Warm her up slowly. “I’m going to make sure that she is nice and prepped for us.”
Abby smirked, nipping at Mira’s ear, thankfully ignoring the full body shudder that ran through her body. “I’ll be happy to. But it might be good if you did your best to keep quiet too. As much as we would love to make you scream, it wouldn’t do any of us any good to be on the front page of a newspaper, caught playing together like this in the wide open. What would happen to the Huntrix’s good standing? The fans might turn against you. The honmon…” One hand slipped under her bra, pinching a nipple between his thumb and finger. “On second thought, be as loud as you like. The weaker the honmon, the more souls we could steal, scandal and all.”
Mira bit her lip, glaring at the two of them. “Like I would give you the satisfaction…”
A finger entered her, toying with her in time with Romance’s playing of her clit. “Hmm… such nice sounds already.” Romance leisurely toyed with her, watching her expressions. “Perhaps you imagined this, hoping that we would fuck you out in the open, claim you as ours? Our precious human?”
“In your mother fucking dreams!” Mira spat, earning her nipple another harsh pinch from Abby.
“Be nice,” the demon warned her, grinning as she glared up at him. “We are making this nice now. Making sure that you enjoy this. We could make it as nasty if you keep it up.”
Romance’s fingers pulled away from her, making her bite back a whine. She seriously couldn’t be enjoying this. He thoroughly lubed his fingers in front of her, tongue flickering between his fingers before they returned to toy with her. “It’s too bad that we have limited time here. I would love to be buried between your legs for hours.” He told her, a second finger slipping inside of her to stretch her out. “Maybe have you tied to our bed, have your thighs spread wide for me. And I can take my time, make you ride my tongue… heavens you taste so perfect.”
Mira disguised her groan and as a growl. “You think very highly of your bedroom aptitudes.” She snapped back at the demon. “Just wait until I’m free. I’ll show you…”
A third finger entered her with little resistance. “Hmmm… yes, I do very much enjoy your voice.” Romance said, stretching her further out. Slowly as to not break her. Yet. “I need to hear more of you.” He pulled his fingers out of her, taking the time to clean his fingers with his tongue. Despite herself she shuddered at the sight of her fluids smeared against his lips. “I need to hear how you’ll sound wrapped around my cock.” Reaching down, he pulled his pants open just enough to let his cock bob free of their confines. He grinned, giving the appendage a couple of firm strokes before letting the head press against Mira’s opening.
She froze for a second. “No protection?” she asked them, pulling slightly at Abby’s hold. The demon held her tight.
Romance chuckled. “No. I need to feel every inch of you. Inside and out.” He grinned, guiding his cock to grind against her clit. Mira tried to resist the urge to ground more against him. “You know, I almost think I prefer this side of you. You try to look so unapproachable, so rough and troublesome. But really, I think you just want to be properly fucked.”
The cock slipped inside of her easily, cutting off whatever smart retort she had ready for him. A moan was dragged from her throat and she trembled, feeling how he pushed deep inside of her, her body stretching to accommodate him.
He gripped her hips, slipping his entire length inside of her easily. “Beautiful,” he murmured, looking at where her pussy had eagerly swallowed him. “So very beautiful.”
Abby gently pulled Mira’s face towards him. “What a beautiful expression.” He told her, taking his time to kiss her again. “No be a good girl and let Romance play with you. Then you and I will have a turn.”
Romance pulled out slightly before pushing in again. Mira screwed her eyes shut. This was wrong, so very wrong. And yet, cliché as it was, it felt so very right as well. “She wraps around me like she was made for me.” Romance groaned softly, beginning to shallowly thrust into her. “So warm, so very wet… this is even better than I had imagined.”
Mira leaned back into Abby’s hold, gritting her teeth as the demon used her. Her nails dug into the palms of her hands as she tried to recenter herself. She could do this, for Zoey, for Rumi, for the honmon… for the fans.
Abby bit her shoulder, taking the time to suck a tiny mark there. Claiming her as their’s. “Remember not to overuse her. Afterwards is my turn.” He grinned down at her, deliberately ignoring the outrage on Mira’s face. “Did you really think you could get away with only one of us tonight? That isn’t very good sharing.” He teased her.
Fingers dug into her hips, Romance’s hips moving faster. Mira whimpered, hearing the soft sound of his balls slapping against her.
“I think she’s beginning to enjoy this.” Abby grinned, his hands gently palming at her breasts.
Romance gave a low groan. “She is. She is so wet and warm. Loosening up finally around me.” His thumb found her clit again, rubbing it in time with his thrusts.
“You… you jerks…” Mira gasped to Abby’s ear. Pleasure was beginning to tighten deep inside of her. These damn demons…
Abby grinned. “Say what you want, we know that you are enjoying this. Being sandwiched between us….” He roughly kissed her again, swallowing her soft noises. “Isn’t this something of a wet dream for human women? Two hot men, drooling over her, desperate a taste of her body?”
Romance groaned softly, one hand roughly squeezing her ass. “Hell… fucking hell, Mira… I’m… I’m about…”
Mira gave a muffled cry, feeling the warmth of being filled. Her thighs shook around the demon, his thrusts slowing, pressing deeper.
Making sure that she took every drop of him.
Finally, he pulled out of her, cooing softly as he watched some of his spunk drip from her lips, her pussy clenching around nothing. “What a gorgeous sight. You did so well, taking me like that.” He praised her, kissing her deeply. “Taking every drop I had. What a good girl…”
Abby pushed her into Romance’s arms roughly, the sudden change making her grab around his shoulder’s to keep herself stable even as the other demon leaned against a wall. “My turn now, baby girl.” Abby smugly said, pulling his cock free.
“I told you not to call me…” Mira gave a gasp as Abby pressed into her without warning. He was slightly shorter than Romance but he made up for it in girth. Despite herself a moan escaped her.
“I daresay that you are enjoying this,” Romance cooed to her, keeping her steady against him as Abby pulled out before thrusting deep inside of her. “We should have done this sooner.”
“Shut up.” Mira grunted, Abby’s hands roughly grabbing one of her legs and lifting it, letting him sink deeper inside of it.
Romance grinned, his hands running under her shirt, a hand coming down to cup at the slight bulge in her stomach. “I mean it. It makes sense. Every sub wants to be tossed up against a wall and fucked within an inch of their life.”
Mira bit her lips, trying to smoother a loud moan. “I am not a sub.” She spat.
“Of course not. Not a sub at all.” Romance grinned. “You’re definitely not someone who loves to be pinned underneath a hot, sweaty body and lose control. Isn’t it nice to just let go every once in a while? Let someone else be in charge?” he kissed her neck again, gently this time, smirking against her skin. “You’re so tough and strong. Let us take control.”
She panted, letting her head fall back against him as Abby began to pick up the pace. “You.. can’t be bringing up my family issues…” she groaned, loudly, as Abby began to rub her clit.
“Still trying the tough act.” Abby complained, pressing her against Romance’s chest to kiss her deeply. “I think you should be concentrating on how good my dick is making you feel.” He grabbed one of her hands, slipping under his shirt so she could feel his rock-hard stomach.
This demon seriously thought that his abs would get her off…
But fuck, why was he right?
Mira gave a soft cry, Romance playing with her breasts, reverently kissing her neck as Abs toyed with her body. She could feel the pleasure deep inside of her beginning to tighten, threatening to crash over her… “Please…” she whispered.
Abby picked up the pace, thrusting hard and fast inside of her, resting his head against her forehead. Pleasure tightened deep inside of her, threatening to break over. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her steady as he used her body for his pleasure. He picked up a steady pace, growling her name.
Mira gripped to them tightly, doing her best to silence her noises, eyes squeezed shut. She was so close, so close. “Abby… Romance…” she whispered.
Romance nipped at her shoulder. “No worries, babe… just let yourself go. We’ll take care of you.” He assured her, fingers rubbing at her skin. “Come for us.”
It was too much for her. She gave a muffled cry, her eyes screwed tightly shut, pleasure crashing over her like a tidal wave. She whimpered, trembling in their hold.
Abby groaned. “God, she’s so tight. I can’t… I can’t…” he gave a groan. He thrust deeply into her once more, spilling deep inside of her. Mira gave a low moan, feeling full of their mess. They both had came so much. After taking a moment to catch his breath Abby kissed her gently, sweetly before pulling out of her, smirking at the mess they made. “Hmm… I agree with Romance. That was even better than I ever could have imagined. I think next time I’ll go first.”
Mira trembled as Abby pulled out of her, feeling their spunk slowly drip out of her. “Next time… who says that there would ever be a next time?” she demanded.
“Sweetness, do you really think that we would let you go after one round?” Romance asked her, hands moving over her and massaging her sore muscles. “No, we have plenty more in store for you. You won’t be able to get rid of us that easily…”
Abby tipped her head up. “We have many more fun times planned for you, much more trouble to get into.” He smirked. “Surely you don’t want to get rid of us that easily…”
Mira groaned. “Fucking demon scum…” she swore, closing her eyes. She was so tired. So very tired….
She blinked awake suddenly, feeling herself being steadied by overly thick, muscular arms. A cloth was carefully wiping between her legs and thighs. Unconsciously she tried to clamp her thighs shut, keep the cloth from getting too close to her entrance.
“Well, hello sunshine,” Abby said, grinning down at her. “Did you enjoy your little nap? Don’t worry, you were only out for ten minutes or so.” He tossed the soft cloth he was using into a nearby trashcan.
She shook her head, trying to wake up properly. “Fucking hell…” she supposed she was more tired than she had thought. All those early morning choreographies and late-night writing sessions must have taken their toll on her. “Ugh… did I seriously pass out? How ridiculous…” she murmured more to herself than Abby.
The demon gave a deviously grin. “Perhaps we just fucked you too well…”
“Oh, shut up. You both would love it if I admitted that.” She muttered, taking her glasses and hat from him and putting them back on. Adjusting the brim to keep her eyes shadowed. “Where are the rest of my clothing?”
Abby handed over her pants, giving her a cheeky smile. Mira raised a brow, taking the pants from him before he could change his mind. “My underwear?”
“I don’t know what you mean.” Abby said innocently.
Her eyes narrowed. “My underwear, Abby. Give them to me.”
Abby tapped one of his pockets. “I got them for safe keeping, don’t you worry, sweetcakes.” He winked at her. “But we better get going. Romance was drawing you a bath back at the tower.”
On a normal night, Mira would have fought a little harder to get her undergarments back from the perverted demon. But tonight, Mira just wanted to get home and settle into the bath and perhaps finally have an early night to sleep. “Whatever. Let’s just get out of this alley before someone wonders why I haven’t left yet.”
Abby gave a low huckle, wrapping an arm around Mira’s waist and handing her bag of groceries. “Hold on tight to me, sweetness. I’ll get you home in no time.”
Mira tried to protest, the words not having a chance to leave her lips before the pink magic surrounded them, their surroundings disappearing in a hot haze. She closed her eyes and pressed close to the demon.
“Here we are, home sweet home!” Abby’s bright voice broke through the deafening silence of the teleportation.
Mira’s eyes opened again. Sure enough they were right in front of the Huntrix tower. “I hate it when you teleport me without warning.” She complained, stepping back from him.
He gave a low chuckle. “But if I give you a warning or a heads up you always say no.” Abby winked at her before looking behind him. “Ah, Romeo. Welcome back.”
“Your bath is ready for you, my dear.” Romance said, stepping up to them. He bowed shallowly to her, smiling. “I hope you don’t mind that I added some extra bath salts for you. They are supposed to be good for loosening human muscles.”
Despite herself, Mira allowed her a small smile. “Thank you.” She simply said, the bag shifting in her hand.
Abby crossed his arms, giving a cheeky grin. “Hopefully this type of play was to your standards, my lady?”
Mira scowled at him, earning a cheeky grin. “Don’t test me. I can still slice you into pieces.” But even an outsider would know that her threat had no heat to her words. Her mouth twitched at the edges.
Romance smiled at her. “Despite how I feel about goodbyes and farewells, I fear that this is where we will need to depart for the night. You need your rest… and we have some souls to steal. Good night, my dear. We will be seeing each other very soon. Very, very soon.” Abby and Romance disappeared into a small puff of pink smoke, leaving her to walk into the tower alone.
* * * * *
Zoey looked up from the turtles on the tv, seeing Mira entering the living room. “Oh! Mira! You’re back!” She happily waved at her friend. “Did you find your ramen?”
Mira lifted her hand, showing off the small back in her hands. “I got enough for us to last the rest of the week. Hopefully.” She came over, handing over the package of cookies to her. “Oh. Hello Mystery. Didn’t see you there.”
The grey-haired Saja Boy barely acknowledged her. He gave a grunt before getting comfortable in Zoey’s lap again.
Zoey gently pet his hair, smiling down at him. “Don’t worry. He’s been a perfect gentleman.” She told Mira. “I’ve been showing him all my favourite videos of turtles.”
“Good.” Mira said, heading into her room. “Because if he wasn’t, then I’ll have to kill him. And I’m sure that the rest of the Saja Boys wouldn’t appreciate that very much.”
Zoey giggled. “Always so dramatic, Mira!” she teased, waving before returning to petting Mystery’s hair. “After you finish your bath, you should come out and sit with us. Rumi should be coming back with bubble tea.”
Mira gave a little wave as she opened the door to her room, beginning to pull the rest of her clothing from her body. A bath and then spending the rest of the night watching tv sounded amazing to her. She was rather looking forward to it…
Wait.
How did Zoey know about her bath? She didn’t know about Abby or Romance…
Did she?