Iris had no idea how this works. She knew that demons could be summoned with the right magic. But she wasn’t a demon, not a full demon anyway. She had been merrily snoozing away and all of a sudden she was surrounded by fire, and now she was elsewhere. And whomever summoned her knew what they were doing, because the minute the fire died away she found shackles around each wrist, and a steel band locked around her neck as a collar. And not only that but each appendage was attached to a chain that anchored her to the pentagram that had been used to summon her.
Directly in front of her was a Naga, “and who are you?”
Directly in front of her was a Naga, “and who are you?”