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My nostrils flared as I inhaled deeply, expecting to pick up a scent change that would tell me she might be lying. I searched her eyes, looking for the beast who had destroyed the Guild in Arariel and caused so many casualties. But she remained somber, and I saw nothing that would indicate she was not being truthful. Learning the truth of how Zekiel had died hurt me more than I thought it could. I was happy that I felt something, even pain, but it seemed that I was having trouble controlling my newfound emotions.
“You fought terribly, by the way,” I said. “Excuse me?” Her mood seemed to shift, the haunted look leaving her eyes as she smirked. “I stabbed you, in case you forgot.” “You caught me off guard. Do not think it will happen again.” She rolled her eyes. “Sure thing, Your Majesty. Now lie down and close your eyes.” “So forceful,” I said, but eased back down and closed my eyes.
“If she truly desires it, she could stay and work for me. There are more than enough jobs, and besides, we have a deal. She will get her normal life however she sees fit.”
“Thank you, Liam.” Her fingers threaded through my hair once more. “You are welcome. I have not talked to anyone in… Well, I cannot remember the last time.” “Well, you can talk to me, when you’re not being a dick.” “I assume that is a euphemism for my actions and not the physical body part.” “Yes.” Her small laugh shook the bed. “Now go to sleep.” I do not remember how long it took me or if we continued to talk, but sleep came, and the nightmares did not.
