“None. I give you my word.”
“Like your word means shit to me.”
Master Niallan shrugged his shoulders. “It’s the only way in.”
Lord Belshazzar raised his blue eyes to the top of the arch, and then back down to the snow behind it. He cracked his neck and moved forward, his gait determined as he stalked through the shooting snowflakes. One by one, his steps took him closer. The Overlord passed underneath it, stopped and looked around, and then turned to wait for us.
Completely unawarehe had changed.
Lord Belshazzar’s exposed skin was dark red, the color of pooled blood. Two black curling horns the size of my forearm protruded from the top of his forehead, curling around the hood of his coat to point behind him. The ends of his horns looked sharper than any sword. His fangs were bared when he opened his mouth, stating in a bored tone, “Other than I’m no longer being snowed on and I’m in a cave now, nothing happened. You’re safe to come through.”
I shut my mouth. I wasn’t surprised by this.
Lord Cato choked. “Fuck, he looks like the devil.”
The Overlord’s black brows puckered. “What?”
I pointed at my forehead. “You’ve got a little something right there, my lord.” Understatement. “And your skin may have seen a little too much sun.”
Master Niallan snickered under his breath.
Lord Belshazzar’s eyes snapped down to his fisted hands holding the handles of his luggage. His horns were on full display with his head lowered, a sight to behold.
Those horns were magnificent.
Long moments passed.
All while he stared at his hands.
His head eventually lifted. The lord stared right into my eyes. That intense blue gaze scoured my neutral expression. His brows puckered, but he quickly turned his regard to the shocked lords.
He stated calmly, “Whatever this is, it doesn’t hurt. Master Niallan’s telling the truth. Get your asses moving. It’s warm over here.”
Chapter Twelve
~ Kimber ~
“Is she coming around?”
“I think so.”
“About time, too.”
The last voice convinced me to open my eyes. I knew it was Master Dorian, being an ass as usual.
“There you are.” Lunella let out a breath of relief. “You scared us.”
My hand shook as I lifted it to my forehead. “Scared you?”
Jallina appeared in my field of view. “You smacked your forehead on the ground when you pitched forward.”
Master Dorian folded his arms over his massive chest. “Idiot.”
“That doesn’t help anyone, Dorian,” Tymon said.
He swept a large hand at me. “She’s fine. I’m—”
Master Dorian didn’t finish his thought. Instead, he looked fuzzy, distant. He tipped his head up and stared at the ceiling for a moment.
