Thorn didn't hold up for more than a few seconds before he folded under her kisses against his neck. "We should deal with them tomorrow after our shopping," Thorn muttered, his voice devoid of warmth. Completely angered by Dean's action.
He could no longer tolerate their presence and wanted them to disappear. At least those souls clinging to them would have their revenge satisfied—he was doing the northern town a favor by removing such a bane from it.
"There's no rush. We have to shop for your clothes first and replenish the cooked meals in my ring," Elora responded in a light tone, not taking the city lord or the secret guard listening to their conversation seriously.
She glanced at the roof briefly, causing the figure hiding there to stiffen, scared that she had given away her location.
But seeing that Elora's expression was normal, she felt relieved, assuming she was overthinking.
