KENNEDY
AS we sat across from each other at the small table in Asmodeus' office, we ate the food that I had brought in silence. My eyes kept darting over to him, trying to read his expression. He seemed deep in thought, his eyes focused on his plate as he ate. I couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind.
After a few more minutes of eating in silence, Asmodeus finally spoke up. "Thank you for bringing me food, my love," he said, looking up at me with a small smile. "I appreciate it."
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak just yet. It was hard to keep my emotions in check around him, especially after what had happened earlier with his secretary. But what bothers me the most is the woman who he was talking to a while ago. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself.
Asmode
