"Baby, I thought you knew..." she reached over to take his hand. Pari was now locked in an uncomfortable seatbelt.
"Calm down," she told them, disgusted at both the implication and the scene in front of her. "There's nothing serious going on... it was just sex."

"Yes," Pari said, backing up towards the front door and tugging at the knob. It didn't give. She risked turning her head halfway around to fumble for the locks, heard them click open, and then jerked it again.
No such luck. Apparently demon magic extended to even the most mundane things, like latches and bolts. Fucking demons. And apparently, while she'd been distracted, Melat had roused. She extended past the entryway, her body sliding in one smooth motion as though she were being pulled from the other side by some invisible tether. Once she had centered herself upon the staircase, she leaned forward, slanting at an angle that surely should have sent her toppling over, except... instead of crashing upon the floor and cracking her skull open, as Parisa nearly had that morning, she began to glide down towards them, the tips of her toes brushing each step soundlessly.

“You’ve got demon powers, you try something!” Pari ordered.

She stepped back, taking care not to stumble upon the stairs, but somehow unable to stop the tremors that now racked her body. "Goddamn it." she said faintly, not in fury or relief, but just because it felt like something had to be said to put an end to this whole, horrific event.

She managed to shape her budding turmoil with a scoff of amusement. Now would be a good time to redirect them to their normal life; all she had to do was get up and out of bed. But the second she did that, this peacefulness -- this content? It was gone.
Who was she really leading on, here? Feofil? Or herself? "... we hit a lot of firsts yesterday."

Saskia and Feofil had settled in the living room when, after making sure the princess was not in earshot, his mother leaned over and whispered, “Something feels off with Pari. Is she okay?”

At that moment, Pari stepped out of the kitchen with a tray of steaming mugs. She was on her way over when Saskia screeched, “Pari! A demon?! Are you alright?”
Pari fixed Feo with a Look and said shortly, “I’m good. Nothing happened.”
“Oh my god. You need to go home and see your parents, Parisa. They’re already worried sick about you and don’t think for a moment I won’t tell them what happened!”
The Look Pari fixed Feo with grew frostier.

"It was just the two of us in a house for like a month," she blustered. "And we were both hot and alone, so..."
"He's loved you for years." Sparrow said with concern, touching her shoulder. "And I know you love him too."
"Would you please fucking chill out?"

"After," she admitted. "I... couldn't sleep, so I went to his room, and..."
"There was a demon attack?" Sparrow's eyes widened as she grabbed Pari's hands. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. You didn't snoop on that part?"
"No, only the thing with Feo... I just got here." she confessed," And I heard your voice, and Kyros, and I was so excited that you were talking, I didn't want to interrupt..."

"Sorry," she replied meekly as Pari shrugged. "That's really all there is to it. It was a bad decision made after a stressful day."