Kage sighed as he looked out the window of his gilded cage. He had been sick last week after Cain removed all drugs and alcohol from his rooms. He wiped the tears from his cheeks as he watched the city below him.
Last night, after Cain left, Kage had used his ice magic to cut his hair short when he failed to use it on the monster growing inside him. He had also torn and destroyed every piece of women’s clothing in the room, along with the makeup. The tray that had held his lunch was on the floor, where he had thrown it against a wall.
There was a knock on the door a moment before it opened. “Dulce Puella, you need to eat. And what have you done to your hair?” Cain said calmly. Kage heard him pick up the phone on the counter. “My Dulce Puella’s room needs to be cleaned, and she has refuse
