I eyed the dual doors like it was the road to hell.
"What's wrong, Your Grace?" Lucan questioned because it had been five minutes and was yet to announce my presence.
"You would not understand," I muttered.
Every encounter with Drevon has ended in a disaster. I didn't think a simple exchange could cause such troubles until I met him.
"This is the path to hell."
"Hell? But that's not possible, this place looks nothing like it."
I grimace, moving my gaze to Lucan. "It's a metaphor."
"Oh…" he drawled, nodding his head in understanding.
I clicked my tongue as I faced the door again. "Talia, you're going in with me," I said, but I couldn't feel her by my side. "Talia?"
I looked behind and saw her a great distance away, almost at the end of the hall.
"What are you doing so far over there?"
"I'm quite okay here, my lady," she replied, glaring briefly at the door as if there was a monster.
"Have you gone crazy? You are my handmaid, and I've no intention of going in there alone."
