ADONIS’s POV.
I was seated in my chambers, my whole attention on the candle burning far away from me. The rain was pouring in torrents and the thunderclaps spoke about how heavy the rain was going to be.
My attention was drawn to the door as it pushed open and Cyrus sauntered into the room with a small pipe in his hand and he had an expressionless look hovering over his face.
Leaning back on the chair, I crossed one leg over another and swerved my chair to face him.
“I thought you might have gone to bed already, Cyrus' ' my voice resonates in the room.
“I have to talk to you about something, Adonis,” Cyrus said as he lowered himself on the chair opposite me.
“Out with it” I could already guess what he wanted to talk about. Cyrus had always been the compassionate one and it made me an
