Chapter 127: Having a word with the Lord of Death!?
"Fine!" Arkilla laughed, feigning surrender.
Ren cleaned her messy lips before another person arrived and found out what was going on.
Gloria giggled, gliding over to the table where she poured a cup of tea for her lady. "Please drink some. You must be exhausted. You didn’t sleep at all last night. His Highness was so worried about you."
Ren’s smile faltered. Her heart dropped, recalling the vulnerable moment from earlier, how Kai had bared his soul to her. He so rarely did that. And she hadn’t even asked what was eating him alive.
The weight of guilt pressed down on her chest. She remembered now that he hated Luther but couldn’t kill him. Not because he lacked power, but because of the underworld law: sons of the Demon God couldn’t slay one another when separated by worlds.
If one of them broke a law of the Dark Throne, they had to be brought back for judgment, those were Azrael’s words, back when Ren lived as Anarya, her mother.
"Come, sit and have your tea with me," she said gently, pulling herself from the tangle of thoughts. "These pastries are delicious."
The girls smiled and joined her without hesitation.
Neither of them had eaten properly since the night before.
"I feel bad for those clans," Arkilla remarked. "They might end up fighting each other in secret."
But Ren barely registered the words. Her thoughts drifted, drawn to her husband, to the storm behind his eyes, and how it tortured him to let Luther near her. Gloria and Arkilla’s voices faded into the background, like a muffled breeze.