He stared at his gloves. Moonlight spilling through a window cast his horns in sharp relief, in contrast to the rest of him. "Were they friends of yours?"
"No." Lyta stamped her feet for warmth. She could just imagine what Bess would say about her muddy dress. "We take lessons together. They're... sometimes nice. I wouldn't wish harm on them."
"I'm sorry." Demon turned away from the window and began to pace.