The Little Demon

Chapter 10

"Nice work, boys. That was close." Dark growled as he scowled into the pensieve.

"Too close...The little slut! She's better than I thought. At this rate he'll be kissing her by sunset for sure!"

He took out the glowing pink vial from his pocket, holding it between a thumb and forefinger before dipping his free hand into the pensieve so his fingers were coated with a thick silvery liquid.

"Die's little demon will be mine...I'll make him writhe... I'll have him begging like a dog!"

He snapped them once, making a feminine figure form in front of him.

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"Harry, if you don't mind my saying, far better than any dream girl is one made of flesh and blood, one warm and caring," Carlotta said as they waited for Digby to do his business outside.

Harry looked at her, but said nothing.

"And right before your eyes..."

She glanced upward to Malice's window before heading back inside.

He turned his attention upward in time to see Malice brushing her hair, already in the new nightgown Carlotta had bought for her while they were at the carnival.

Letting out a breath, he knew his maid was right. Despite being 99.9% positive that the woman who had saved him was in his guestroom, he knew it was time to stop dithering.

Knowing his friends and family would think he would be insane to ask a homeless girl to move in with him after only knowing her for a couple of days, Harry wasn't about to let her go.

Tomorrow morning at breakfast, he was going to ask her to stay with him- permanently.

"Harry?" Said a voice. "Is that you? Are you alright?!"

Harry turned around to see a woman who looked around his own age with short brown hair and hazel eyes.

"I've been so worried..."

As she said these words, a soft pressure began to cloud his head, making him feel as though he was being pushed underwater.

"Don't you recognize me?" She asked, batting her long eyelashes. "After I saved you from that fire..."

Her voice was so familiar...

(AN: Can you imagine Amy speaking with Emilia Clarke's voice? 😁)

"Hey, Malice!" Anti said as she got into bed.

He picked up the sequined turtle before placing it on his head, spreading his legs into a squatting position with his arms out.

"I am a T̷͉͎̒Ù̷͚̔R̴̺̈́͠T̵̳̻̈́L̷̗̲̂̈́E̵̼̔̄!̶̢̿ "

Though no sound came from her, Malice's shoulders shook from silent giggles as he made doggy-paddle swimming motions with his arms.

"I'm a mama turtle carrying her babby turtle!"

Kill, however, rolled his eyes. "I can see why you two get along so well."

Anti blew a raspberry at him, glitching slightly after he handed her back the toy.

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"One more sunset..." Kill sighed as he and Anti faced the wall while Malice got dressed. "But I have to admit, I'm rather optimistic about this."

"Why shouldn't ya be?!" Anti grinned. "I saw how close they were to kissing! She can do this before lunch!"