Zuria's. P.O.V

Why did I challenge him to a death match? I don't know in normal circumstances if I would be able to fight such energy although I am confident that if I did... I wouldn't go down without kicking or screaming.

Why did he protect me from his friends who clearly wanted to rip me apart? I mean their hatred at that moment was so palpable a blind person could see. Yet his wings engulfed me and I felt the soft hiss of pain he endured trying to protect me.

Why the hell did I hesitate? I couldn't do it. I was so close to destroying the demon but my heart couldn't handle it. Even thinking of hurting him brings me more pain than it would cause the man. A hunter never hesitates, hesitation has killed many experienced hunters and somehow I am not part of the statistics.

A demon spared my life after I unintentionally hurt him, insulted him, threatened him and almost assaulted him. My life was spared after I thought, promised and almost executed ending his pitiful existence.