Nevaeh paled white, her heart almost slowed to a stop, before it suddenly picked up pace with a force that nearly sent her to the floor as she watched the man step into the circle that was supposed to protect her. Blood dried out from every part her as her body wobbled and she stumbled backwards.
His raven eyes pierced through hers with an intensity that spooked her and her lips trembled.
Nevaeh was without doubt that whoever he was, he was far more powerful than any of the demons she had seen, because he was clearly a demon.
Her sweaty hands reached to grip the side of her skin tight jean, but there was barely anything to hold, so she clamped it to her side.
"Who are..you?" She stuttered out again after he had evaded her the last time. She tried to control the emotion in her voice, but she was miserably failing at it.
