Raziel materialised in his room. The soft scent of wild flowers lingered in the room. A soft smile tugged his lips. He walked towards the bed where Elysia was seated wide awake, her arms wrapped under her bosom
The obvious frown on her face was enough to tell him how upset she was. An angry wife was a terrifying opponent.
"I didn't know you were still awake," he blurted. His throat felt a bit uncomfortable.
"I woke up thanks to you," Elysia grumbled. He nodded then walked towards a corner of the room. To change his clothes. Raziel pulled his hair into a lazy bun before he started unbuttoning his shirt.
Elysia's heated gaze lingered on his skin. She was upset and he had an idea why. It wasn't like he gave the boy a beating for no reason.
He was being helpful.
