Lyra's POV
The demon lady adjusted herself on the bed. Her long, dark hair, which almost reached her knees, swayed around her.
She threw her dirty boots over the bedclothes, shut her eyes, raised her head heavenwards, and exhaled hard and loud, as if trying to expel every available breath in her demonic lungs.
"Get up, Nexa, let's grab her fast and leave. You don't want Draziel to find us here, do you?" the other demon snapped. She had long hair, reaching her knees also, except hers was crimson red, with dark yellow patches that made them into the color of fire.
Nexa snapped an eye open at her colleague, considering the tightness in her features. Then she grunted, "Must you always be a buzzkill, Rava?"
She dropped from the bed with a sharp grunt, and she began to walk over to me. Her movement was feline, yet, sharp, exposing a bit of her thin ebony legs under her tight robe. A grin dancing along her lips.
