Chapter - 192
Three days had passed since silent corridors of the Temple had echoed with the muffled, sacrilegious moans of Ryana's echoed through the corridors of the Confession Chamber.
Morning sunlight poured into the master bedroom, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air, but the mood inside was heavy.
Seraphine still lay right in the middle of the massive four-poster bed.
She was awake, but it looked just barely. Her skin was still very pale to the point of looking like paper, and her bright amber eyes looked dull and exhausted.
The overwhelming, volatile magic she had used to fry the Devil Mask assassins had completely drained her.
Leo sat comfortably on the edge of the mattress, wearing a loose tunic. He held a small crystal vial of thick, glowing blue liquid in his hand.
"Don't be stubborn now. Open!" Leo said, his tone casual but leaving no room for argument.
