Chapter 40: Call me Master
Ren bobbed her head. They probably would think she had a secret lover if this necklace was so valuable.
"My uncle. You know, he loved me so much when I was a kid, but when you grow up, people change." Sorrow filled her eyes. In all those years she had been away from him, she had sent many letters and never received a response. This was the moment when the phrase became so heart-wrenching: Out of sight, out of mind. How simple, like a brush of wind that passed and never returned. But memories—they lived, able to kill or save, didn’t they? If memories could be buried she would have willingly done that.
Agara decided to change the subject. "So, I heard you have been investigating me."
Ren blushed, utterly ashamed. This was how she looked while searching for his background. She was at a loss for words and yielded to admit, "Ah, I’m sorry. I should’ve asked. But to be honest, I was so startled after realizing that you are the third son of King Xakiel and that my husband is your cousin. But I’d heard he was the son of the Fae King, not his nephew."
Agara shook his head, looking disappointed. "Humans make words. They love rumors and turn us into crawling monsters in their bedchambers or demons, while they have no idea how scary demons truly are. And we have a life to live and don’t bother to come and scare you. However, that would be fun."
That wasn’t exactly what Ren wanted to know. Like her husband, this man was good at dodging questions. Thus, she chose to be more direct.
"So who is his father?"
"My father’s brother. That’s easy to guess."
Gods screamed in her head!
She knew that and had guessed it right away after reading the family line. But what had happened? There was no name, literally nothing. Why had his brother started a war and created an army of the dead to take over the world? What was going on within the immortal families? And why was her uncle involved? Why was that man entangled in everything she came across at all? If questions could kill, well, her mind was about to screw her over and be the end of her.
Curiosity indeed kills a cat!