Nobody moved.
Smoke still drifted across the ruined cavern. Small stones rolled down from the cracked ceiling and clattered against the shattered halves of the gate.
Seraya stared at the man standing beside the pool.
"Tavian…" Her voice trembled. "What are you doing? Neris is hurt. Bring her here."
Tavian glanced down at Neris's face resting against his chest.
"She isn't hurt," he said calmly. "She's sleeping."
"Then wake her up and bring her here!"
Tavian didn't move.
Simon looked at him.
He remembered this man from dinner. Tavian had been the polite one. He had greeted Simon courteously, joked with Neris, and said that Simon had given them an interesting afternoon. His mismatched eyes had been filled with open curiosity.
Simon perceived his aura.
Tavian was a Supreme Demon Lord, the same as Seraya. But there was something about his eyes that Simon couldn't quite read, as though they were looking at things that others could not see.
