The chill was in his bones. Dairus glared at the elite.
“What? No response? Shall I leave again? Give you another two hours?”
“No! Yes! I am calm,” Darius snarled.
Handel nodded, slowly. “Will you return to the Luna today?”
“I will not.”
“Will you return to me?”
“f**k you!”
Handel smiled. It was a wicked thing.
He stepped into the frigid pool, striding leisurely, as if he were moving through a field of daisies.
Darius shifted his gaze to the side, and Handel raised Darius' head by the chin, drawing his focus back to him.
Darius shut his eyes tightly, his teeth grinding together, loud enough for anyone in the cave to hear.
They were in the cold-fire pool. A natural body of water used by Healers to remove poisons and neutralize spellwork. It was cold to the touch, but it burned fr
