"I’ll be around but you won’t see me, Rowena. Am I the only one who remembers this conversation?" Rowena slammed the door and turned, her hands still on the doorknob behind her in case she needed to flee the room. As if she could make it out in time.
"There were… complications, that I thought you might need to be aware of- Why are you dressed like that?" The demon seemed genuinely puzzled.
"I…" Rowena glanced down at her outfit and ran an absent hand over the firestones on her forehead. He had caught her right before she was going to dance. She smiled suddenly, a completely crazy idea forming in her head. "Come with me. I need your help with something."