CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVENLothaire was tired. Usually he had all day to rest, but today he needed to pretend to be the phoenix. It wasn’t the lack of sleep alone that exhausted him—it was this combined with the fact that the phoenix’s father was a complete scumbag, as were most of the humans in this place.
At least in Avadier, backhanded compliments were an art form and a sign of intellect. Here, people played different sorts of mind games, all of them working to gain favour with the king and the phoenix.
The vampire had no idea how the phoenix managed to keep her cool and not burn every living soul here to ash. He was certain she would have done that to him just for attempting to take a sip of that tasty general. Although she was exceptionally protective of that mortal, so Lothaire supposed h
