Chapter 12
Iwatch the little beast on and off for almost a week, her days consisting of tutor sessions, training with the infantry general, and reading. So much reading. Books about different realms, moon patterns, mythology, sciences, cultures, and lineages descended through the three kingdoms.
If I cared, I might think it was—
Nope, don’t care.
Her eyes move up to me on occasion, but I don’t speak.
She’s nestled into a velvet chair, knees pulled up, a book perched between deceptively delicate-looking fingers, and an onyx gaze that keeps rising above her pages. If I didn’t know for certain that I’m invisible, I’d say she was looking at me.
Preysee, my old maid, appearing just as fortified as I remember, enters, announcing that the royal cars are ready to trek to the Megadome for Nizzara’s first duel in the level-six circuit to win the last open spot in the King’s Duel Tournament.
Nizzara blanches, and her hands shake as she slides her book onto the side table, but her little pink spirit is blocking her desires. I smell her floral scent and feel her protective energy blocking me out.
My insides curl with the never-ending hunger to consume souls, so I dissolve into the balcony wall and go find myself a rotted soul to end.