The journey back to Blackthorn house was quieter than expected — at least for the first hour.
Kael had hoped for silence, for the rhythmic sound of hooves and wheels to fill the air between him and his thoughts. Nerine sat beside him, her gaze turned to the window, watching the blue skies of the Human Realm come into view since she was almost used to the dark skies of the Demon realm.
But the peace did not last.
"Do you know," came Azaziel's voice from across the carriage, "that I once spent three days trapped in a mortal tavern because I complimented the wrong barmaid?"
Kael didn't look up. "And I assume you learned nothing from the experience."
"Oh, I learned plenty," Azaziel said with a grin. "Mortals adore compliments. You should try it sometime, brother. Might soften that stone expression."
Kael's jaw flexed. Nerine pressed her lips together, hiding her laughter behind a delicate cough.
