Lowering himself until he was eye-level with Pollux, Azriel tilted his head slightly.
"If all you wanted this entire time was the skill the Goddess of Death gave me, then you should have simply asked from the very beginning."
An endearing snicker slipped from Lia's lips.
No.
From Pollux.
And because of that, the sound became all the more insidious.
Azriel did his best to keep the rage building inside him at bay.
"It seems you truly are not yourself," Pollux said. "No matter. Once you give up this skill, my victory will be absolute."
Azriel narrowed his eyes.
"And if I don't, you kill Jasmine?"
His voice was quiet.
Far too calm, considering the blackmail he likely had no way out of.
Pollux raised one tiny hand and pointed a finger at Azriel's chest.
At his heart.
