Michaela Walker.
“So?”
Michaela just gave the man in the room a look, sighing as she reached for the book under her pillow. The demon seemed to recognize it by how his eyes glinted, which drove her to hide it in her magic bag.
“You. . . You’re not fighting back?”
“Do you want me to fight back?” She said in response, smirking at his alarmed expression. For him not to suspect anything, she added. “Is there a point of fighting back? Your master is destroying my world, leading a c*****e by tampering with the timeline. I had made up my mind a long time ago.”
Rhys still looked taken aback, gulping as he nodded. “That’s even better, I guess.” He chuckled, saying. “Master asked me to bring you back, but he also ordered me not to harm you. To be completely honest, I wasn’t sure how to approach
