“What are you doing? I said I wasn’t ready,” Valerick’s voice cut through the room, and Nicholas stiffened.
What was he doing out so soon? His hair was still wet, and the clothes he had put on looked a little damp.
He must have sensed something. That was why he had rushed out so fast. It was either that his senses were still really strong despite how long he had starved himself… or that Zezi was still—no. Lord Rosil already confirmed it, she was dead. She had not confronted Valerick about it yet because she knew that he would fight her on it.
Zezi was dead.
“It is for the—” Nicholas paused, catching a shift in the air. Then he turned sharply, and instead of Lord Rosil, whom he had let into the room, it was Irysi who stood by the door with the twins. Where was Lord Rosil?
What had happened while his back had been turned? When did Irysi get here?
His gaze quickly swept over Zezi to see if anything had been done to execute their plan, but there was nothing.
