Rumi sucked in a shuddering breath and dared to glance at the door.
Of course, no one was there.
Demons stopped appearing just like that, out of nowhere. And honestly, Rumi wasn’t even sure if a demon who had given his soul to a huntress could ever return to any world at all.
‘I am sorrowful that you have forgotten me. Jinu.’
Just one line made Rumi bury her face in her knees and cry again. Despicable and, as always, old-fashioned, Jinu kept her believing for a whole week that he was dead! Remembering that terrible day, she looked up at the bird, searching for answers. Hadn’t Jinu’s soul nourished her with strength and found peace?