Derrick
I close the door behind us and look at Alisa who is all out of sorts. She paces around the apartment, trembling uncontrollably while shaking her hands as if she’s trying to flick slime off them.
She is a ball of anger, concern, and sorrow. “I wanted to kill him,” he gasps. “I would have done it too. He’s a king. I almost killed a king.”
“He’s nothing, my love.”
She stops and stares at me, drawing in a deep breath, before letting it back out with a soft oooooh. “I think he still is.”
“If he were, his aura would have affected you. You shook his command off like it was nothing.”
“He said- he said you’re the true king. That’s why Gabriel fears you, why the prince won’t invade.”
I know. I already told her that I heard the entire conversation. But it doesn’t matter. I’ve known for
