“I never said it couldn’t do damage. I said it wasn’t worth it,” she replied factually. “If I’m going to send someone to the After, I’m going to use a weapon worthy of such a thing.”
That was…disturbing.
Cethin cleared his throat as he passed Kailia a platter of fruit pastries. “That was all a misunderstanding.”
“I don’t know how you interpret stabbing you with your own dagger any other way,” Razik said flatly.
“Good thing it’s not your business, and I don’t owe you an explanation.”
Razik’s smirk was tight, barely a tilt of his lips. “Of course not,your Majesty. Why in the realms would I think the king would need to explain why the person who stabbed him is suddenly sharing the breakfast table with us?”
Kailia turned to Cethin, her eyes narrowed in accusation. “You said you were taking care of all of that.”
“I am,” Cethin ground out, his knuckles turning white where they were wrapped around his butter knife.
“You are doing a terrible job,” she said simply, returning to her meal.
Razik snorted a soft laugh. If he didn’t have his suspicions about her, he’d almost like her. Unfortunately for her, he was at maximum capacity for people he cared about.
“What are you even doing here, Greybane?” Cethin demanded.
Razik stared at him for a long second before he said, “Eating. I thought that was obvious.”
“It is,” Kailia agreed.
“By the Fates,” Cethin muttered, a smattering of his dark power drifting around him before he got control over it. “Don’t you have training or something else to be doing?”
“If I did, I’d be there,” Razik retorted. “But instead, I was informed you have a super special announcement to make, and Tybalt asked that I be there for that.”
“Why?”
“You tell me,” Razik replied before biting into his toast.
“How long have you known each other?” Kailia asked suddenly, drawing both their attention to her.
“Too long,” Cethin muttered, stabbing harshly at some fruit on his plate.
“There are only four years of my life that I didn’t know him,” Razik answered.
“How old are you?” Kailia pushed.
“How old areyou?” Razik countered, and he didn’t miss how Cethin honed in on the question too.
She hummed before saying, “Old enough to know immortality is not the blessing the mortals believe it to be.”
Razik paused. “That’s…cryptic.”
“Is it?” she asked, picking up another strip of bacon.
For the first time in a long time, Razik wasn’t entirely sure what to say. He picked up his cup of juice, watching her as she went about her meal, seemingly without a care.
“You never attend advisory meetings,” Cethin said, breaking the silence.
“I tend to spend as little time in your presence as possible,” Razik retorted, giving his full attention to the male.
“Yet here you are.”
“I don’t understand,” Kailia announced.
