28 We’re Acquainted, Not Friends!

Drake felt a familiar presence land on his roof. It seemed like the aura of a demon, and a weak one Infact.

MaryJane?'. Were the first words his mind could think of. She was probably the only lower demon who'd dared to intrude on a place shrouded with such murderous aura.

It was a precaution to keep demons away.

Drake quickly pushed his seat backward before getting up. He'd wanted to read through a few papers before going to bed, but stopping MaryJane came first.

She was wild and reckless, always doing stupid things and calling it bravery. Not only was she selfish, but she also blamed others for her misfortune!

His brows furrowed in remembrance before he vanished. The next place he appeared was on the roof - ready to strike her down.

But what lay before him was her naked body which seemed to be passed out. And at her eyelids - were moonlit tears.