The next morning, Kelsey woke with a light, happy heart. She stretched her arms above her head and let out a wide yawn. Sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the red curtains, bathing the room in warmth.
She blinked a few times—then froze when she noticed the empty space beside her.
Why am I sleeping alone? Hasn't Luca come out of his closed-door training?
Then, memories came rushing back. She remembered entering the banquet hall with Luca, and then—
Kelsey jolted upright, her back snapping straight as horror flooded her face.
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So, who are you offering as our hostage?
I heard you the first time. So—who is the hostage?
The amethyst refined by the fire of heaven and earth is indeed decent, but it's still raw. Even a newborn demon infant couldn't absorb it.
If you truly seek forgiveness, shouldn't you offer a mature stone—one I can actually absorb?
Besides, I don't like amethyst. Its energy purity is only level two. If it were level four or five, I might consider it.
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