- Frey Starlight's POV -
On the second night after we returned home, a demon came to visit me.
It was well past midnight, making it an odd time for her to appear.
But I couldn't bring myself to say that to her.
She sat quietly beside me, her gaze lost on the ceiling. And no matter how much I tried, I couldn't take my eyes off those demonic horns of hers.
Without realizing it, my eyes drifted to them every time I looked at her.
"You stare too much,"
Sansa rolled her eyes playfully, smiling as if she hadn't been staring at the ceiling at all.
"Sorry."
"No need to apologize. I catch myself staring at them too whenever I look in the mirror."
She gently touched her right horn, sparking my curiosity.
"Can't you hide them? Like you did with your wings?"
She shook her head.
"That's impossible. The wings are made of aura, but these horns... they're a living part of my body now. Just like any other limb."
Cutting them off wasn't an option either.
