Chapter thirty three
Yuta couldn't breathe. Death? For simply spilling water? And all the other innocent people would die because of him?
"My lord," Yuta said, moving closer without thinking. His hand touched Elrien's arm.
The demon's eyes snapped to where Yuta touched him, then back to his face. Something hungry and possessive flashed in those dark depths.
Yuta jerked his hand away like he'd been burned. "I'm s-sorry!"
Elrien's expression shifted to disappointment at the loss of contact. His jaw clenched as if he was fighting the urge to grab Yuta's hand and put it back.
"My lord, I don't think the punishment is right," Yuta whispered, his voice shaking.
Elrien nodded and smiled wickedly. "You're right. Death isn't enough. How about we boil them alive to make medicines? At least they'll be useful."
