The phone screen felt warm in my palm. On it, Emma's face smiled, her fingers forming a cheerful 'V' sign.
Her head was resting on my shoulder. We looked like… a couple.
I remembered it. The photo was taken last night, during the feast. But I didn't remember changing my wallpaper. Maybe she did it.
Maybe.
"My Lord?"
I lifted my head. Belial was standing in front of me, holding out a small plastic bottle. Cold condensation clung to its surface.
"You seemed to be in deep thought," he said, his voice as flat as ever.
I took the bottle without a word. Opened it. Drank. A sharp, sour taste immediately filled my mouth. Orange juice. Strange. I never liked orange juice.
"What's next?" I asked, placing the bottle on the empty seat beside me.
"Wang Lei," Belial replied. Just that.
I waited. He didn't continue.
"Who?"
