Elian's POV
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By the time he and Kyren got to the latter's palace, the pain from the tampering of the mate bond had reduced, almost non-existent.
But Elian still got a weird feeling from it.
When the Ascension platform in the palace stopped at the last floor, the black metal doors opened, revealing a hallway which he remembered led to Kyren's throne room.
As they walked out, their footsteps echoing on the marble floor, Elian couldn't help but stare at Kyren's back.
His mind was still troubled by how he killed that city chief.
Just like that.
A man who probably had dreams and looked at ways to—
"A simple rule to follow when with me, Elian." Kyren suddenly muttered, his voice echoing through the corridor. "When you're with me and something is troubling your mind... Say it. Don't let it fester like a bad wound."
He didn't glance back even once, the large throne room doors looming ominously ahead of them.
[A man who knows what he wants... Hot, right?]
