Nina
Hali and I followed Farrow to his house. It was a two-story wooden house, pretty neat compared to the place Hali and I were kept captive.
“That’s our sweet and hot home, females. I am sure you both need a shower,” he said, twisting his nose and shaking his head.
“Are you saying we smell?” Hali questioned, earning a chuckle from Farrow.
“You stink like a dirty mushroom,” he told Hali.
She narrowed her eyes at him, “Rude!” but he only laughed in response. Well, a shower would be heaven now! Farrow led us into the house. Entering the living room, I came across the most humanish realm scene ever: five Demons that looked like our host were squeezed on a sofa, watching television.
“Fallen isn’t home, Nina,” Farrow told me after sniffing the air. Looking at the guys on the sofa, h
