Stephen felt his fists tighten as the man walked into the sanctum. Taking a few steps forward, he crossed his arms over his chest, eyes connecting with Ky’lar.
“I don’t assume this is a social call, so spit it out— what do you want?”
“oh, if it was simply a social call… i’d have brought drinks.”
a lie, he would have done something much worse. maybe even tried to burn the place down just for kicks. however, this wasn’t the time for simple games – he could do that enough with out even trying.
“let’s just say i’m here on business.” a pause. “the kind that involves…the murder of a class two demon.”