"Really? Daemon the demon?"

She snorts.

Daemon frowns.

"I think it's a great name."

Skylar hums, unconvinced.

"Whatever."

She reaches to her purse, pulling out another blade.

His eyes widen.

"Should I ask why you have a knife in your purse?"

She smiles lightly.

"It's a dagger, actually. And no, you shouldn't."

Skylar strokes the serrated edge gently.

"Want to have a throwing contest?"

"You'll probably lose."

Lee shakes his head, hair flying into his eyes.

"Skylar's the best. Trust me, demon or not, you'll never win."

Daemon pulls a knife from his sleeve, twisting it between his fingers, before challengingly raising an eyebrow at the girl.

"Lee can be the target."

The boy pales.

"Sky, I just defended you."

"Fine."

She gestures towards the door, at the opposite end of the room.

"Get it through the crack, and you win."

Daemon smirks, staring at the small opening in the door.

"You're on."