Capítulo 365: We'll Be Perfect

Demyan 

My blood turned to pure ice as I stared into the man's almost pure black eyes, his skin an unnatural grey, his black long hair greasy and stuck to his forehead. He was dressed in my clothes, it was obvious to see since Malia had brought me the unicorn hoodie and those wore my favourite sweatpants, his feet covered by dirty running shoes. 

He was not too big but compared to Malia he was a giant. 

Malia's skin was pale, blood soaking through her shirt as she desperately cried, her eyes searching mine pleading for me to help her. 

"The baby isn't ready," I thought quickly, "We need to wait for a while." I held out my hands hoping I could distract him long enough for Malia to slip free.