"Things we do for love!"
Gabriel cautiously approached the platform though he was certain this woman new he was here, and strangely he'd be coming for her.
His claws materialized, ready for an attack.
"There's no need for that," she said without glancing at Gabriel's direction. With precision, she gently washed Elena's skin before dropping the clothing in the basin.
"She's ready," she announced. Gabriel's brows creased, his senses fully alert on each move she made. She turned to face him, her wrinkled face a testament of the aura lurking beneath her.
"Who are you?" Gabriel asked.
She smirked, wiping her hands with a dry towel. "Someone who owes your mother a favor," she replied. "I hope she's worth the trouble," she added, glancing over at Elena's body.
Gabriel was still cautious of her. He watched her cautiously as she walked about the room. Dressed in all black and a tiara resting on her head, one could tell she was a high rank demon.
