Irtan sat with a book open, but the old theories on demon origins were nothing more than a way to pass the time. His mind kept going back to the meeting Yoreus had held the previous night, and a chuckle rose in his chest whenever a memory of the new first archmage’s face resurfaced.
Fyertash surely hadn’t held back his words during that meeting. The demon played the situation well, constantly reminding Yoreus how little he was worth in comparison to any yalari. He came across as any other arrogant demon, and Irtan had had his share of amusement. He stretched in the chair. Being the first among the archmages was something more than a title, and even though Yoreus had all the traits of a future leader, his lack of confidence in the new role shone through his every word and reaction. He real
