It was weird, coming down from a demon high.
Like an out-of-body experience without the drugs.
I could still feel Lust purring under my skin, pleased with herself for putting on such a performance. Wrath was grudgingly impressed. Pride didn't even speak. Just hummed, like he already knew I'd win.
The soldiers kept their distance. I heard the whispers, no matter how quietly they thought they spoke. They were scared of me. Of the girl who melted flesh with a thought. The Crown Princess who walked through an army and came out smiling.
Fine. Let them whisper. I wasn't here to make friends.
What I didn't know—what I was still trying to figure out—was whether Shi Yaozu and Zhu Deming were keeping their distance because they were afraid I'd snap… or because they were hoping I would. Men like them didn't like being protected. But they weren't stupid enough to complain.
