The demon sat on a hard stone bench, breathing heavily and confused. Iron bars in front of her made harsh lines against the light on her face, and she struggled with who and where she was. Madame Ysabel’s pupils were growing and shrinking in rapid succession, and the demon and the woman fought for control inside a tiny prison cell of the Nabian capitol. When the attractive blonde man walked into the room, neither noticed him.
“You look horrible, sister.”
That voice, thought the demon.
I know