"Ren…" Zayden whispered, his face resting against Ren's shoulder. Even knowing he might be pushed away, he mustered the courage to wrap his arms around the omega's figure.
"Oh, dear. What do I do? I'm terrified."
Ren frowned.
"Are you mocking me?" he asked under his breath, suppressing his irritation.
Why would the Imperial General Zayden be terrified? There was nothing he could fear. Rather, it was others who feared him.
Zayden's arms tightened—not too much, but enough for Ren to feel the rapid beating of his heart.
The servant inhaled slowly, unmoving. He judged it best not to argue with a drunk man.
"What are you afraid of?" he asked, playing along just so he could finally sleep. If he had known this was what awaited him after drinking with the General, he would have never agreed.
At least I'm sober
He sighed inwardly.
