Stripping Her Soul

HAZEL -

Instantly, those incisive pair of azure eyes arrest me.

I nearly choke on my tongue.

His expression hardens.

My heart nearly constricts, legs feel like blocks of concrete. The memory of last night resurfaces. I briefly avert my gaze toward Mrs. Molotov and the child before looking back at him again.

His rigid stare remains on me, visage inscrutable now. The man next to him pauses speaking due to the lack of interest. With confusion, the man follows the demon's gaze and looks straight at me.

I feel my face flushing as I approach their vicinity. I adjust my sight on Mrs. Molotov and the child instead.

She smiles at me sweetly. I recognized the semblance between her and Serge. The little boy took more after Mister Molotov in the looks department.

Placing the pitchers before them, I glance nervously into the demon's presence again.

The entirety of his focus continues ensnaring me.

By now, I'm drenched in repleted apprehension as I curl my perspiring hands into fists against my