[Leif's POV — Thorenvald Estate—Continuation]
The crown prince has summoned the devil. Does that also mean… Sirella is involved too?
I can't say that out loud—not without raising a riot in this estate. But the thought slithers under my skin, cold and very, very persistent.
"Zpehyy…" I called quietly.
"Yes, Master?" he said, tail flicking.
"Keep an eye on her." My voice dropped into something darker than the elegant white suit i am wearing.
His pupils narrowed—fierce, protective. "Yes, master."
I let out a long breath.
"I will not let anyone… anyone messes with my wedding," I muttered.
Not devils. Not curses. Not fate. No one touches my wedding.
No one touches Alvar.
He hopped down gracefully as he sprinted out of the chamber with swift, quiet footsteps. The moment he disappeared—
My expression hardened. My fingers curled around the veil Alina insisted I wear. The silk fluttered with the morning breeze, beautiful and soft… but my heart felt heavy beneath it.
