After taking care of the matter with the killers—although partially—Kael strolled back to his house.
He jumped onto the balcony of his room on the first floor, slipping through the window with a lazy grace, boots landing without a sound.
He was so sleepy that he didn't even care to look around the room, but he still paused as Evethra was sitting on the edge of his bed, her posture straight, hands folded on her lap.
The moment she saw him, she rose smoothly, bowing her head ever so slightly.
"Master."
Kael raised a brow, tilting his head. "Hm? Why are you here, Eve?"
Evethra, with her head still lowered, replied, "I had intended to fan you until you drifted off. But when I came in… you were gone."
"Eh, I went out to get some fresh air, that's all," Kael muttered, walking toward the bed.
Evethra, however, raised her head, her eyes squinting. "Then you must've stepped on some dead rat, maybe."
Kael paused, turning to look at her. "What was that?" He raised a brow.
