The doors burst open, and Ren sprang to his feet, pushing himself off the bed. He had been waiting for Zayden to return—both of them having promised to spend the night together before leaving the capital.
"Zayden?" The name slipped from his lips as he noticed the soldiers gathered behind the tall demon.
The dark blue–haired man didn't move an inch, nor did he say a word.
"Did you forget to tell them what to—"
Before Ren could finish, the knights rushed forward, the sharp edges of their swords pressing dangerously close to his neck.
Stunned, the silver-haired man's crimson gaze darted toward his lover, searching for an answer.
What was happening?
Why wasn't Zayden saying anything?
Why wasn't he stopping them?
Ren's heart sank, unanswered questions filling his mind, dread creeping into his chest as his eyes widened.
"Y-You—"
"How do you feel?"
The voice was still soft, still deep—but stripped of any warmth.
