*~Aurora's POV~*
Darius was still standing three feet away from me, breathing like someone who just got slapped with a frying pan, when his eyes slowly drifted toward my blanket.
"Aurora," he said softly, "are you still cold?"
I nodded dramatically, shivering so hard the mattress squeaked. "Freezing. If I die from coldness, tell my mommy I loved her."
He panicked instantly. "No—you won't die. Not on my watch."
Then he snapped his fingers with a loud, echoing crack. Three demons stumbled into the room like bowling pins, tripping over each other as they landed on their knees before him.
"Blankets," Darius ordered. "Soft. Warm. Preferably enchanted. Now."
The demons sprinted away like their horns were on fire.
I blinked at him. "Wow. Do you always make people cry when you speak?"
"What? No."
"You yelled 'now.'"
"I did not yell," he said defensively.
"Yes, you did. The house shook. A rat fainted."
He blinked. "We don't have rats."
"Not anymore. You scared it away."
