Zhalia transported into the Lords living room, and slowly moved her way around the fortress, searching for someone to lead them to Ashlyn. She stopped at a portrait of a white haired naked man with the most beautiful emerald eyes, which had this lonely aura around him.
She rubbed Dementis's head and adjusting her duffle bag. "Wow, I think I will like living here for a few weeks, especially if there's naked portraits hanging on walls." She heard rushed footsteps, and turned to face the naked man in the portrait, fully dressed in black.
"Hi," smiled Zhalia, waving at the emerald eye man and took a few steps towards him, but only to have him back up. She frowned and kept moving forward, while he kept moving backwards and swiftly texting on his cell phone. Was this some kind of game, she thought, But why is he dressed in black from head to toe. Zhalia used her demon speed, stopping a few inches from his lips. "Boo," whispered Zhalia, causing him leaped away from her and landed on his ass with a face of pure terror. "Oh Dear, I'm sorry that I scared you, but seriously you would have thought the keeper of a demon would be braver."
His lovely pale face slowly turned red from anger. Woops, I think I insulted him. He stomped towards me, gripped my forearm, and dragged me away. Dementis growled dangerously, positioning himself in a leap attack. "Calm down and go back home. I will call you when I need you okay." She shooed him away.
Rage boiling, Torin dragged this sassy female into his room before a plague invaded this town and started to kill off innocent people. Damn, Maddox would be pissed, he angrily thought, just when we found someone to help with the deliver, but instead will kill off people. He shoved her onto the bed and began pacing before her; too anger to form any sentences.
She flicked back her braid hair, adjusting herself on the bed. "Well, I usually prefer to go on a date first or at least know the guy's name before I decide to get frisky with them." Torin stopped pacing, and gaped at her as the imagines of her being naked on his bed ready for him sent pleasant shivers across his tense body. "Any who-ha, I'm Zhalia Bloodgood. I have been sent by Lysander to deliver Ashlyn and er…Maddox twins."
"Ha do you have any idea what demon I carry, you stupid female," yelled Torin, texting furiously at his phone.
"Geezus, someone needs to get laid," mumbled Zhalia, standing up to place her bag on the floor and glared at him. "Well, let's see by the way you're dressed, and isolated from the others in this dark room," she reached for him as he flinched away, "plus avoids any physical contact with others. You are the keeper of disease, right." Then the pieces fell into place, his attitude with her and why she was in here. "Oh ohhhh, you think I will get infected by one of your diseases and start to pass them around which wipes a huge portion of the population including the moral females that live here." She tapped her chest. "Well it's a good thing I'm immune to any disease you can dish out."
This female before him gave him the urge to strangle her just to make her understand how dangerous he was and then rip off her tight clothes, revealing every luscious curve. "It doesn't matter you can still pass the disease to another moral like Ashlyn." Zhalia bite her lip to stop from laughing. "You think this is funny," he snarled.
She shook her head. "Didn't Lysander mention what I am?" Torin looked dumbfounded. "I'll take that as a no. Okay relax err…what's your name?"
"Torin," he spat, slumping into his chair by the monitors and saw his friends waiting patience except Maddox in the living room.
"Okay let me explain before you or Maddox I'm guessing is the one punching out the walls in the living room." Zhalia shifted her eyes from the screen to him. "I'm a demon not an angel who cannot get any disease or pass it to another human person moral or not because my ability to cure any disease which cancels it out." Zhalia kneed before him. "Can you feel your demon when I'm close to you? Try calling out to him, but I bet you he is terrified of me."
Torin closed his eyes. Hey shithead demon where are you? Silence answered followed by an absent present. Shocked and hope shook his body as he opened his eyes to grinning red head.
"So what did he say?" Zhalia strolled back to the bed and winked. "He didn't call me fat did he now." This beautiful woman standing before him could be the woman of his dreams and he wasn't going to pass up the chance, but one obstacle stood in his way. He had no idea how to woo a woman.
Zhalia picked up her bag from the ground. "Well as much as I enjoy your room. I would like to go to mine and meet the parents-to-be." She avoided his piercing stare to prevent her heart from skipping a beat or at least to avoid her body from jumping into overdrive and stepped into the hall only to run into a firm chest. "Well hello to you chest," she mumbled into it, backing away from the chest and looked up to the face connected to the chest. A pissed off Maddox.
"Is it true?" he grumbled, clenching is bloody fists and strides back to embrace Ashlyn, who is rubbing her tummy.
Zhalia raises her eyebrow. "Torin sure texts fast and yes other wise you would have passed it to her by now and she would be squirming in pain on the floor about to die." He snapped. It was the only way to describe it. Snap! The walls shook from his roar as he charged towards me. Lesson number one never use humor when it comes to the life of a love one. "Oops, I apologize. I didn't mean to offend you or your mate." He kept coming at me, so words won't work then knocking some sense into him will.
I sidestepped at the last second, squatted with a hip flex and spun him on his back as I position myself in front of a wall. He shook the shock away and all traces of rationality, he leaped at me, but I once again rolled away at the last second. He full body crash into the wall with an earsplitting bang and gently fell to his knees and went unconscious. The other warriors burst down the hallway with really sharp weapons and carried Maddox away with a worried Ashlyn behind. "Great, Zhalia. Hell of introduction," she said under her breath.
She looked up at the awfully scarred man with serious mismatched eyes and grinned at him, who just frowned. He crossed his arms over his chest, while the others surrounded me. "Follow me," he demanded, walking down the hallway towards a pair of stairs. Zhalia hope they didn't lead to the dungeon other wise Lysander would be piss which in turn will cause her great pain. She shrugged and followed him down the dark stairs after being disarmed by the other warriors.
