As he had not detected Dorian earlier.
Perhaps the raw magic in him also erased any
traceable scent.
Dorian bowed his head. “I had returned to
my chambers, but I realized I had a lingering
question, milord.”
He prayed Erawan didn’t notice the
different clothes. The sword that he kept half-
hidden beneath his cloak. Prayed Erawan
decided that Vernon had gone back to his
room, changed, and returned. And prayed that
he spoke enough like the Lord of Perranth to
be convincing.
A sniveling, groveling man—the sort
who’d sell his own niece to a demon king.
“What is it.” Erawan stalked down the hall
to his tower, a nightmare wrapped in a
beautiful body.
Strike him now. Kill him.
And yet Dorian knew he hadn’t come here
lily
(lily)
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