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followed. Cyl, Nuall and Ryse had no choice but to step in line behind them.
    The male walked with his hands clasped behind his back. He moved as though everything was right with the world. He examined the house like an excited tourist.
    “Don’t like that room,” the demon mumbled.
    Cyl peered in as they passed. It was the plainest room he had ever seen.
    “What’s wrong with it?” Nuall asked.
    Lights flicked on as they passed and turned off behind them.
    “Interesting, I can still use my power without much effort,” the demon mumbled again.
    Cyl caught Uryl’s eye. The demon was talking to himself. Would he do this the entire time? That would be annoying.
    “I like this one. It suits them.”
    The demon led them into a bedroom. It wasn’t as extravagant as the rest of the house. The walls were white. The floor didn’t have any carpet. The small bed was the only piece of furniture. This room was for someone unloved. It didn’t have any windows. The male leaned on the wall. This suited them?
    “Why this room?” Nuall asked.
    The demons rubbed his chin. “Bed looks sturdy. Room enough to watch and be out of the way. A good place to stay if demons decided to take the females.”
    Cyl blinked. The beast hadn’t just said he picked this room because it was a perfect place for Nuall and Ryse to be assaulted in while he watched.
    Nuall growled. Uryl gripped the back of her shirt and hauled her back. Cyl grabbed Ryse’s hand and moved closer to the door.
    “How about we start with a name?” Uryl said. “Yours.”
    Leave it to Uryl to think ahead. They knew now they couldn’t trust this monster. Still, they needed him. Cyl would never let anything touch his sister. Nuall would gut any male who looked at her wrong.
    “Ozias Grey. Feels nice to say my name out loud.”
    “How long have you been trapped?”
    “King Nazar had just died.”
    Nuall stopped fighting Uryl’s grip. “King Nazar? That was over seven-hundred years ago.”
    Ozais cocked his head. “Only seven-hundred years. Felt longer. Your names.”
    Uryl eyed each of them and nodded.
    “Cyl Antun.”
    “Uryl and Ryse Antun”
    Uryl usually spoke for Ryse when strangers were involved.
    “Nuall Otav.”
    Ozais rubbed his chin. “They smell powerful. They will give us a good show.” He said under his breath. Ozais pointed to Uryl. “Roll up your sleeve,” he commanded in an unnecessarily loud voice.
    Uryl didn’t move. He was not someone to be ordered around.
    “Please.” Ozais said it as though it caused him pain.
    Uryl rolled up his sleeve.
    “Antun is an old family. Only famous for their mark. Yours is different than any I came across. You.” He pointed to Cyl. “Let me see your mark.”
    Cyl folded his arms.
    Ozais sighed. “I am tired of placating your pride. We’ll get nowhere if you make me show respect at every turn.”
    Uryl tipped his head. Cyl rolled up his sleeve.
    “Interesting. Otav is an old family too. I’d have thought they have died out by now. They were a prideful bunch who were known for marrying their siblings.”
    Nuall jabbed her finger at him. “Do not sully my family name.”
    “What reason would I have to lie?”
    Good point.
    “It is odd,” Ryse said. “You talk like we do.”
    Another valid point. Cyl had spent hours struggling through text written hundreds of years ago. He didn’t know how his ancestors understood each other.
    “The demons trapped here can talk to each other. I wanted to communicate with others who were imprisoned after I was, but we couldn’t understand each other. So, I listened and practiced. All the demons trapped here now talk in the same manner.”
    The door creaked. A doll with glowing white skin walked in. Its porcelain head was shaped like a skeleton. The eyes had been picked out. The mouth carved open. A golden light showed through the holes in its face. The brown hair piled high on top of its head was too neat for such a distasteful thing. The arms and legs were the same