"Then you don't know your sister.. she can kill her.. maybe selena does matter to her.. but she won't let her go.. Nova loves you.. More then anything.. believe me.." Riven said, and this time his tone wasn't mocking or irritated. It was serious. Too serious. Like he was warning him about something that wasn't a possibility but a certainty.
Razeal and Riven stared at each other for a few long seconds, neither saying anything, both studying the other's expression. The room felt strangely still, like the air itself was waiting for someone to break the silence. Then Razeal finally exhaled, a quiet breath slipping from his lips as he lay back on the bed again, spreading his arms out over the covers in a lazy, careless way as if the weight of entire worlds meant nothing to him.
"Whatver it is… it's none of my concern," he said calmly, his voice flat, emotionless, eyes half-closed. "They can kill whoever they want. And no… Nova doesn't love me. If she had, she wouldn't have.."
