Chapter 32
The atmosphere inside the war room slowly changed.
The maps were still spread across the table, the candles still burned brightly against the dark walls, but for a while, neither Lucien nor Kael spoke about war.
They had spent so many years together that silence between them had never been uncomfortable.
Kael poured two glasses of demon wine and pushed one toward Lucien.
Lucien stared at it.
“I don’t drink.”
Kael laughed.
“You’ve been saying that since you were eighteen.”
“And you still haven’t learned that I mean it.”
“You used to steal my father’s wine.”
“I was eighteen.”
“You drank half the bottle.”
“And you told everyone I did it.”
“Because you did!”
For the first time that evening, Lucien laughed.
It was quiet, almost unfamiliar.
Kael stared at him for a mo
