I Raised the Demon Queen (Now She Won't Leave Me Alone)

The morning after the soup incident, Revantra didn't speak.

Not once.

She came out of her room wrapped like a burrito in a knit blanket, trailing behind her like a sad cape, and parked herself on the armchair near the fireplace. Her hair stuck up like she'd fought it in her sleep and lost. Her eyes were tired but defiant—like a small war criminal refusing trial.

Elias raised an eyebrow from the kitchen.

"Are we... communicating through blankets now?"

No answer.

Just a slow turn of her head. A soft blink. The visual equivalent of, 'I hear you, but I choose silence.'

"Okay," he muttered, pouring himself tea. "Blanket of shame it is."

Revantra tucked herself tighter into the folds, becoming more fabric than girl.

He let her be.

Mostly.