Faced with Nia's hostility, Zayne said nothing. He simply stepped back outside the gate.
He had no desire to argue with someone who had just lost her father, and there was no point in doing so.
After seeing Astrachior off on his final journey, all he needed to do was honor Astrachior's last request and protect Nia as best he could. That was enough.
Beyond that, he would have no further involvement with her.
And compared to Nia, there was clearly a bigger problem at this funeral.
Zayne's gaze swept over the figures in the front row, those powerful people who had rushed here from all across Aurelion. He did not believe for a second that they were here simply to mourn Astrachior.
Howard was easy to deal with. These old foxes were the real trouble.
Soon, the ice coffin containing Astrachior's body was carried out of the hall and prepared for burial at the Old Shipyard Port cemetery.
