117 Hella

Hella 

Lance liked the sound of her words. "Good. You may stay as long as you like. Come, Let me give you a tour." He gently touched her elbow and guided her to the front entrance. It was guarded by a large wooden door surrounded by a red brick atrium. 

He released her elbow and stepped forward. With all of his might, he pushed open the large door. Once it was opened, he bowed and spoke. "After you, my lady."

Hella felt out of sorts from his unfailing kindness. She felt uneasy. What did this young lad want from her? She wondered. He was too kind. He was even more kind than that insufferable Queen Beatrice. 

He was a human. Just like demons, they always had an ulterior motive. What was his? She knew she had to keep her wits about her, but it would be hard. His kindness always disarming.