Chapter 115
Lapia took hesitant sniffs around and her expression became confused, then turned to me, "I can’t smell anything out of the ordinary, though?"
"I think that’s good," I nodded, taking a step toward the staircase. "The smell is anything but gentle."
"Will you be okay?" Lapia placed a hand on my shoulder, "Mentally, I mean."
I nodded, "With you next to me, probably yes."
She chuckled, "I bet."
I smiled and gestured to the staircase, "Let’s go."
We walked to it and I took a deep sniff. The smell was coming from the lower floors. A gentle breeze pushed the scent and I got a vague feeling of direction from it.
I went down the staircase, following the scent of the Demon and Lapia followed behind me. After descending three floors, we came into yet another hallway. The windows to the left illuminated the space, giving it a clean image in the afternoon hours.
I had to constantly swallow my saliva while walking and fight the urge to go on all fours and hunt the Demon like an predator. Snippets of memories from Hell flashed in my mind, increasing my heartbeat slightly. I tightened my hands and jaw, and a low rumble tickled my body.
I was excited, thrilled, worried, and a little horny. A smile made its way to my face and the rumble grew in volume.
"Natasha," Lapia called out to me. "You’re growling."