"Get the fuck away from me!" Mira snarled, her voice echoing through the forest. She gripped Anon's wrists, trying to pry them off her, but his grip didn't even flinch.
'How the hell is he this strong ? I am a demonic dragon and he is just a normal Demon.' she thought, her pulse hammering.
Anon's lips curved into a faint smile. "Your father did say you were a trouble child."
"So he did send you after me," she spat, eyes narrowing.
"No Luv. No one sends me." He let go suddenly, his hands falling from her waist as if she'd ceased to be a threat. The ease of it made her even more angrier.
"What?" She turned to face him, breathing hard. "Wait… you're that guy from before, aren't you?"
"I am," Anon replied, pulling a cigar from his inventory. With a flick of his finger, flame burst to life — small, controlled, confident. He lit the tip and took a drag, his glowing eyes watching her through the smoke.
