Irene shook her head. “No. You don’t get to say nothing. There are demon hunters running around, hunting demons–”
“As demon hunters are wont to do.”
“So you can’t just dismiss something that had you glaring at the air as nothing,” Irene continued, ignoring Saija’s quip.
“Sure I can. I dismiss tons of things every day as nothing,” she said, waving a hand to one side with a chuckle. “I’m not paranoid.”
“It isn’t paranoia when they’re really out to get you!”
Someone was watching them. Some demon hunter saw Irene with a demon’s tail wrapped around her waist. They would come after her thinking that she was related somehow. Her throat would be slit in the middle of the night without her even knowing.
Irene froze solid.
She didn’t have special powers to help defend herself. No super strength. No wings to fly away quickly. She was just a boring human caught in things that she really shouldn’t have ever–
Though already frozen, Irene stiffened further.
Saija had her chest pressed against Irene. Both arms were wrapped tightly around Irene’s shoulders as the tail tightened and dragged Irene closer. Her wings wrapped around her, shielding them from any prying eyes.
Or shielding Irene. Saija would obviously still be visible from the outside.
For a moment, Irene thought she was about to be eaten. Or something equally as terrible. But the succubus just rested her chin on Irene’s shoulder and stood there in the entryway of the dormitory building.
It took two minutes of enduring the… hug? —before Irene welled up the courage to push Saija off her.
Carefully.
She made sure she touched nothing but the demon’s shoulders. And even that was as ginger of a touch as she could manage.
“Um, Saija? No offense, but I don’t think I really…
“Drew said that hugging helps humans when they’re worried, nervous, sad, happy, and several other thing.”
Irene frowned. At least Saija’s tail wasn’t wrapped around her anymore. But…
“You really need to stop listening to Drew.”
“Alright,” Saija said, voice firm and slightly chipper.
“Alright?”
“I’ll tell him to go hang around with someone else.”
“I don’t– I mean, why? Why listen to what I say?”
“You were the first human to talk to me. You even invited me out to that place outside of school. It’s made me sad that you never come talk to me during school.”
“That…”
“Besides, he’s obviously been lying to me. I came to the mortal realm because someone summoned me. However, I’m
“Well, okay,” Irene said. That sounded far more innocent than she had expected. Especially of a succubus. Were all of the student-demons like that?
Irene glanced over Saija’s shoulder, watching the other two demons interact with the humans around them. Maybe so.
And besides. The dean of the school wouldn’t have brought
She shuddered a little as she considered, remembering just why she had ‘needed’ that hug in the first place.
“What did you see just now?”
“Just an older woman in a long leather coat running around.”
“Old woman?”
“Well, she had white hair. That means old for humans, right?”
Irene considered Randal. His hair varied between white, silver, and plain gray depending on the lighting. But he was an exception, not the rule.
“Yeah, I suppose so. She was running?”
“Yep. Just dashed across my field of vision. She was pretty quick, I almost wasn’t sure I saw anything. Probably nothing. Though I do wonder why she had a sword. Most humans don’t carry them. Just that one professor.”
“Sword?! That doesn’t sound like nothing!” Irene paused, trying to think of something to do. There really was only one option. “We should warn Eva.”
Chapter 016
Wrong
“Hold on a moment,” Eva said.
She didn’t get texts often. Usually only when there was an emergency. Either Zoe or Nel using Zoe’s phone would send her something. Even rarer were actual phone calls.
Right now, her phone was ringing. They had been right in the middle of their conversation about demon hunters, tactics, possible offensive avenues, and defensive security measures. Now somebody was interrupting it.
Rude. Probably. Unless it was an emergency. In that case, Eva might be able to forgive whoever it was.
Genoa nodded an assent. Making a show of noticing that her glass was empty, she got up and walked to the kitchen to refill her water. She was actually using her own two feet. Half of their conversation had been spent on her feet, though she made liberal use of the chairs and tables around the room to lean against.