The dark demonkin knelt at my side, lifting my chin. I whimpered in pain, and he recoiled. The shadows writhed about us, cool and oily against my broken skin.
"What happened?" he asked in a low, dangerous voice.
The other demonkin stepped back, shaking his head. "They must have found her before she figured it out."
"Get Evla."
"Call her yourself. Just because you lead the horde doesn't mean I'm your errand boy."
"It's for Xiviyah, Gayron. Xiviyah!"
I bit my lip as the two glared at each other. The red-haired demonkin, Gayron, touched his neck, and I was startled to see dark blotches on his fair skin. Bruises?
"Fine," he muttered.
The shadowy demonkin sighed as he left, returning his gaze to me. He gently stroked my cheek, face twisting as I shied away.
"What happened?" he asked gently.
