Chapter 12

Lillian

Ida was over to cook dinner for us. My legs were still a little shaky from earlier, but I tried my best to help her as she prepared the meal.

I loved spending time with Ida, especially since she'd snuck me out and introduced me to her daughter, Mavis. I trusted Ida, and I'd been opening up to her over the past weeks. She was also the only link between me and Mavis, the only way we could communicate.

We'd been sending letters back and forth ever since Ida gave me the first one a few days after our escapade. Mavis wrote that she knew the princes were protective, and I probably didn't have a phone. She suggested we stay in touch via letters until the princes stopped being ‘overprotective assholes'.

The last letter I'd sent her wasn't like our typical happy correspondences. I wrote it shortly after Satan showed up at the flat and demanded I complete the demon trials. Her response had been encouraging, and it still managed to make me smile, as all her other letters had.