He pulled back slightly, just enough to look at her face. His expression wasn't calm. His brows were furrowed, his lips pressed in a thin line. "Where is it?" he asked, clearly not convinced. His voice held that hint of jealousy only she could bring out. He had woken up and she wasn't there. That emptiness had wrapped around him like a nightmare.
Lilith pointed downward with a small smirk, her fingers brushing the side of her dress. "Here," she said simply.
He followed her finger—
And saw a grumpy black cat standing beside a small bag, tail flicking sharply, as if daring anyone to touch it.
The bag had clearly fallen when Alexander hugged her, and now Loki stood there like a miniature demon guard, one paw resting on the handle protectively.
Alexander raised an eyebrow.
Loki huffed, turning his tiny head away.
Huh! he scoffed in his little head. First he nearly dies, then he acts like a hero for hugging my Elder Sister. Tch.
Lilith bit back a laugh.
