Lydia
I couldn't believe I was so close to finally laying my hands on her lover and killing him, only for that stupid b***h to ruin this for me. Gosh, I don't even know how she was able to detect what awaited them and inform him ahead of time.
Soon, the demon king was going to be visiting, and time wasn't on our side at all. Sighing, I strode out of my room to the kitchen to get a glance at the water; just as I entered, I saw Blake leaning beside the counter, a faraway look in his eyes.
"What's wrong, Blare? Are you okay?" I asked, as he flinched before relaxing once he saw it was me.
"You scared me, Lydia." He murmured.
"I'm so sorry about that. But what's the matter? You don't seem okay." I mumbled as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Is my father Lydia? They still haven't been
