Chapter 393:
“I’m well aware. Which is why I was careful.”
From a distance, they might seem like brothers. Same height, same breadth, same warrior’s bearing.
Wegai’s scars were worn on his face from countless battles, while Yaz bore his, hidden beneath layers of armor and cloth.
Their masters shared a bond deeper than most, and while they had fought side by side in many wars, it did not make them friends—just two head soldiers bound by duty.
Yaz relaxed his stance first. “What brings you here, Wegai? I doubt you trailed me to make small talk.”
“No, I did not,” Wegai began to walk, and Yaz fell into step beside him. “I spent all morning beside my master.” Wegai’s jaw clenched. “I lose him more with each passing day.”
Yaz’s eyes flicked back to the cave. His own master nestled in there.
Wegai stopped abruptly. “We need to get the females back.”
MISTRESS SINAI
Mistress Sinai stood in Grand Lord Zaiper’s study, her fingers trailing lightly over the large desk covered with maps and scrolls as she waited. The soft ticking of a grand clock in the corner caught her wandering eyes, then the bold paintings on the wall and the collection of ancient artifacts displayed in glass cases.
“If it isn’t our beautiful mistress,” Lord Zaiper’s voice behind her shattered the quiet.
Plastering a practiced smile on her face, Sinai turned to face him. “Your Highness.”
“To what do I owe this pleasant visit?” Zaiper stood before her, amused. She batted her eyelashes. “Can’t a female decide to visit her favorite ruler every once in a while?”
LⱯtєѕτ cнαρτєrs ιn g𝒶l𝑛ovєlѕ.𝒸𝑜𝑚
His chuckle vibrated through the room. “I thought Daemonikai held that title?”
“He did,” she shrugged, reaching for the wrapped offering she’d dropped on his desk. Lifting it, she presented it to him with a flourish. “I had my servants prepare your favorite meal. I hope you like it.”
Zaiper’s brows shot up in surprise. “A meal too?” He took the package, sniffed it appreciatively, then placed it back on his desk. “I hope all this is not about that land beyond Crystal Waters?”
“Does everyone already know about this?” Sinai huffed, sullen. “Yet, no one wants to let me have it.”
Zaiper shook his head, moving to lean against his desk. “That’s because it’s between you and Daemonikai. He promised it to you; when the time is right, he will let you have it.”
“It’s been six centuries!” Sinai’s voice rose in frustration. She wanted to scream, to throw something. Anything.
That land was her key to untold wealth and power. Why wouldn’t Daemonikai release it to her?
By now, she would have built an empire. Perhaps even become the wealthiest mistress in the kingdom.
“Surely you could release it to me?”
“I could. But it wouldn’t come easy.” Zaiper crossed his arms lazily. “Tell me, shouldn’t you be more worried about Daemonikai’s well-being now, instead of a mere piece of land?”
“He is a handful, losing himself to grief. He is not the only one who lost loved ones that night.”
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