In his five years of service, Riley had never once stepped inside this part of the estate.
Sure, he'd been dragged here for business on more occasions than he could count, but "pleasure"? Not once. And honestly, he wasn't sure Kael himself ever came here for such things either.
But if he had, then Riley was going to be furious. Because his boss could have at least warned him about Satan's carpet.
Or maybe not?
"?!"
Because the moment Kael's shoe touched the flaming rug, the entire thing changed in waves.
The fire—previously a molten red blaze meant to roast him alive—shifted into rippling blue waves, starting from beneath Kael's feet and spreading outward in a shimmering tide. The color rushed down the long corridor, licking at the edges of the flames until it reached all the way to the dais where Lord Karion and Lady Cirila sat.
Gasps erupted from the crowd.
