Lithia
You can't save a damsel if she loves her distress
"I don't faint at the sight of blood. This is enough blood to drown in of course my stomach is turning," Evies said angrily. "When I kill things I don't make a mess like this, I spill as little blood as possible." It was true, though she had only killed a few times in her life, when there was absolutely no other option, she had barely spilled a single drop of blood.
At least the demon seemed to be on her side about this strange man. Evie stood up determined to keep it together. "You must have a lot of friends," she sarcastically said to the man, crossing her arms across her chest. It was a low blow but he wasn't exactly being kind to her either.
At least the demon seemed to be on her side about this strange man. Evie stood up determined to keep it together. "You must have a lot of friends," she sarcastically said to the man, crossing her arms across her chest. It was a low blow but he wasn't exactly being kind to her either.