Ronan closed the door behind him.
His ribs ached. His muscles throbbed. His left forearm still wrapped and stiff. The healer said the bone needed more time before he could safely stress it again, which meant Steel Bone Armament would have to wait.
Ronan lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
He won.
The public part finished.
Brutas defeated. He'd be getting a new skill. And, he'd figure out who was trying to target him.
A good result.
The window opened.
A black cat slipped inside.
Ronan turned his head slightly. Watched Aura land on the floor with silent grace. She padded into the room like she owned it. Demonic energy rippled around her body, and she shifted back into her usual form.
Ronan raised an eyebrow.
"People are going to get suspicious if they keep seeing the exact same cat entering my room."
Aura shrugged.
"Then tell them I am your pet."
Ronan paused.
"You're fine with being called a pet now?"
The sliver of warmth in Aura's expression vanished.
