“Nicoliv,” Hernan calls out to him later the night as he strides across the corridor to his bedroom chamber. He approaches slowly but confidently, knowing he may have pushed the Lord Regent’s buttons to their peak, but surprisingly, he could not care less. Before, Nicoliv would dread for what is to come, but now, he’s just tired of unfruitfully pleasing his father. The son in him is desperately in need to just rest, however it may mean.
Alexandria is no longer in sight. Presumably taking a good night’s bath somewhere in the castle. And the thought boils his blood. He just refuses to think that whatever he has seen– the affection in her eyes towards the alpha– were merely a make believe. No one could be that good an actor.
“So Selene is dead?” the Lord regent asks, “are you sure?”
“Yes
