"You're exactly like your mother." Cole growled through clenched teeth.

It was unthinkable for a demon of his level to ask a witch for help. But tonight he had no other choice.

"Be careful. Just because I promised your mother to keep her descendants alive doesn't mean I won't hurt you."

He grimaced in pain as you began to drip healing potion on his wound. In fact, somewhere in the back of his mind, he was grateful to you. But he would never admit it. Not even to himself.