"You better not twitch, girl." Lorcan said when he put a knife to your throat.

He was standing behind you and you didn't see him, but you felt his greatness. He was really a big man. His hot breath burned your skin.

You froze so he wouldn't cut your throat.

"Who are you? And why do you stink of demon blood?" Asked Lorcan, in a languid, almost growling voice.