"Yes, exactly."
"Of course, Prince Lucaren."
Idiot! Amiri screamed in his mind. What are you saying, you fool?
He could almost hear a rumbling sound beside him, like the earth itself trembling.
Against his better judgment, he looked again and instantly felt his blood run cold.
There was a demon sitting there.
No, it's a raging ogress.
"An old demon woman…"
The words slipped out before he realized it—his terrified thought escaping into the air.
Oh no.
The sound of shattering ice rang in his head.
I'm such an idiot!
The air froze solid. The room felt like it had dropped to absolute zero. Amiri stood rigid, completely frozen in fear.
Even the maids finally seemed to sense something. Their faces turned pale as they stood still.
Even his father was frozen in place with a plate of cake still in his hand.
A small piece of cake slipped from his fork and landed with a soft plop on his elegant clothes.
