"I-I'm Amy," I mumbled."Amy?" She—she frowned more. Which Amy?So then I fallen in reason. That's why her face wasn't entirely familiar to me yet. The Claire of my memories wore glasses, just like the ones she had on the nightstand next to her bed.I approached the furniture, taking the glasses and depositing the bag that I had on top, to be more comfortable."Don't come near me!" she exclaimed desperately. Do not touch me!“I'll just put the glasses on so you can see me, Claire.She seemed to relax. It was evident that the girl was very serious. A pang of pity went through me.I slid the glasses down her face carefully, and her brown eyes widened beneath the square lenses.He frowned. Acknowledgment quickly streaked his bruised features."A-Amy Masters?" Her,” she inquired, and I nodded with a half smile. Wow...you haven't changed a bit.I cleared my throat, like I had a lump in it."Do I still look like a six?"A hint of laughter escaped her lips, but she coughed and couldn't go on

-What do you want?His smile widened.“Well, I was planning to make this bitch rot in hell. But now that I see you…” He closed his eyes and took another deep breath. Right now, all I want is to devour that invisible soul of yours that smells so... delicious .His lips drew back and I jerked free of his grasp, stumbling.The danger made my brain react, and I looked at my bag that was resting on the nightstand.I barely reached it with my fingertips, but then she crouched on the bed and lunged at me, causing me to drop her to the floor. My back slammed into the carpet and a groan of pain escaped me. She put both arms to the sides of my head and I struggled to push her away from me, but somehow she seemed to have more strength than her slender body made out. Her glasses fell on top of me, and I covered my face with my arm.At that moment, I felt how he mercilessly sank his teeth into my forearm.I screamed at the excruciating pain and tried to use my legs to hit him with whatever blow I

"Stop," I mumbled, shaking my head. Let's forget it, okay? I'm fine.Well traumatized , a voice murmured in my mind.My mother sighed, grimaced, and nodded without any trace of that joy that I used to see in her every day."Good night," he said, stroking my head.Realizing that I wouldn't be able to lift her spirits, at least not for now, I left and headed to my room. I bolted the door to make sure no one entered unexpectedly… and I stayed like that, with my back against the wood. I wasn't sure how much time passed, but there, without my parents or anyone from whom I had to hide what I really felt, which was not a simple fear of being attacked by a misdiagnosed girl, I began to cry.Hot tears slid down my face, and contrary to what I was used to, I didn't stop them. I allowed myself to cry like a terrified child, because if she didn't, she would drive me crazy. I cried because my arm hurt, and also because of the deep fear of having been attacked. Because my reality had been destroyed

I growled. I didn't know how to try otherwise. Maybe I had to do some other step, maybe it didn't work out in the open, or maybe I needed something grotesque like spilling my blood on the bracelet or something. I continued advancing a couple of meters, and leaned against a fence made of logs slightly covered with mold. He would have to find a way to help Claire until bloody Azazziel deigned to appear again, since he could never know when she would be the next time she saw him.Suddenly, from one second to the next, the atmosphere became colder.-What do you want?I jumped and turned around.The image in front of me puzzled me.Azazziel was bare-chested, and for some reason seemed unaffected by the currents of wind that made the leaves of the trees move. I frowned when I realized that his chest was swelling and contracting due to his heavy breathing... Just as I could also be aware of the light layer of sweat that covered him. However, instead of looking tired, he looked more imposing

"And you'll accept it to save Claire's life?"I pursed my lips, still not having the courage to look at him."Yes," I muttered, completely unsure. She wasn't. Actually, she wasn't."What are you willing to give to save her?"I frowned at him."Wh-that the pact isn't enough for you?" A corner of her lips curved into a mischievous half smile, and I gasped. That? But if you were asking for it…!"It's not enough," he interrupted me. Not now. I have no idea what demon I'm up against, Amy. Perhaps he is one of higher rank, and I won't risk it just for a pact of honesty. I need something more.I swallowed. I felt like my stomach was taking a nosedive.-And what do you want?"Answer what I just asked you.I closed my eyes tight. What was she willing to give up to save Claire? I didn't even know. It wasn't something she could express out loud, because she had no idea how far she was capable of going.I slid my palms down my face to brush the hair off me, and sighed, my gaze fixed on the ground