"It'll be a little boring if this one dies, okay?" Cael's voice had been light, almost indulgent. "Let me have my fun for now, will you, Duke? I'll hand him to you once I grow tired of him. You know me, I get bored of things quickly…"
Recalling that, Lyric wished the words would fade but they didn't.
So, he paced restlessly inside his own tent with fingers pressed to his chin and boots sinking softly into the worn ground as his thoughts circled back to the same image over and over again.
Cael, standing amidst blood and broken screams, utterly untouched by the violence around him. And then without urgency and care, he lifts Soren's unconscious body from the torture tent as if he were nothing more than an object temporarily misplaced.
Then Lyric swallowed, his chest tightening.
