Chapter 295: Threats, Petitions, and the King Who Finally Stood Up
Elyn's POV
For all my thoughts about killing Zorathys — and there had been many, varied, and increasingly creative — I knew I couldn't actually do it.
He was the Demon King. He had shadows that could throw people into dumpsters. He had lived for over two thousand years. And despite everything, despite the arguing and the laziness and the way he said "Firefly" like it was the only word that mattered, I didn't actually want him dead.
Mostly.
Sometimes.
Alright, fine. I didn't want him dead at all.
I sighed and looked directly into that lazy gaze of his — those ruby eyes that always made my traitorous heart dance in my chest like it had forgotten who was in charge.
I was beginning to wonder if the heart even belonged to me anymore.
It only seemed to beat when Zorathys was near.
When he looked at me.
When he said my name in that low, drawling voice of his.
Traitorous little thing.
I blinked at him coyly.
