“Use your essence, dear.” Ruswan-the-snake turned to look at the demon. Azira’s voice was full of patience and his face pinched in barely-contained delight, his nose scrunching up with joy. He didn’t look like a demon savoring the results of a temptation. Without thinking, Ruswan touched his essence to the demon’s hand where it gently covered his scales. -You Know My Name, Ch. 3













