Little Fox????!!! Who dared call her that? She was a Fox, but not little. Aralyn spun around to find the Demon Lord standing there.
"How dare you call me little?
"Aren't you little"
I'm not."
"Trust me, you are."
The last thing anyone wanted to do was to trust a demon.
Pain coursed through Aralyn's body.
"I asked you a question earlier."
Aralyn rolled her eyes. Was he really blind? Couldn't he see she was in pain?
"Isn't it obvious?"
"What's obvious? There can be many reasons why you're wincing," Rhonex said with a devilish smile.
"I'm wincing because I'm happy," Aralyn replied sarcastically.
Suddenly, Rhonex's expression grew serious. He stepped closer.
"Wait, what are you doing?"
Without answering, he grabbed her waist and pulled her closer.
"What's this indecent behavior, my lord?"
"It's obviously not what you think," Rhonex said, tilting her face up to study her carefully.
Aralyn struggled to pull away, but Rhonex held her tight.
