"What?" Betty panicked, so Zaroth's did as well as he began to quickly dress. "Why would it be a problem if he sees me?"
A faint pale smile formed on her lips, "While I love him a lot, he tends to be a bit overprotective… so him seeing that I have slept with a man may give him a heart attack, which would be rather troublesome."
Zaroth didn't know what to say, it sounded sweet that her father cared so much for her, but at the same time he was a tad bit annoyed. He nor Betty were done, as it felt like it was only just the beginning, but it seems that their time together would be cut short.
As he finished dressing, only the demonic mask remained on the floor beside the bed. Reaching to pick it up, he froze—hurried, heavy footsteps echoed closer. With no other choice, Zaroth dove under the bed.
