The moment they entered the mansion, Layla headed straight for the dining room.
Training had left her exhausted, and her stomach had been growling for the last twenty minutes. If Logan had any intention of making her go through another round of exercises after lunch, she was going to murder him.
She didn't care if he was the Demon Lord.
He could rule the entire Underworld for all she cared. Nobody had the right to starve her.
"Where are you going in such a hurry, little one?" Logan asked from behind her.
Layla didn't bother turning around.
"To eat."
He chuckled.
"Are you that hungry?"
She stopped and slowly turned to face him.
"Logan, if you ask me one more stupid question, I swear I'll throw something at you."
He raised both hands in surrender, although the smile on his face suggested he wasn't taking her threat seriously.
"Alright, alright. I wouldn't want my little demon to starve."
"Stop calling me that!"
"Calling you what?"
"Little demon!"
He tilted his head.
