Far across the realm in a much calmer area, Kaelthyr and Kyron had both been plotting their own scheme.
Well, it wasn't a scheme in the normal sense... it was more like sweet revenge.
Kaelthyr moved with an ease that didn't belong to a man plotting genocide.
The Eternal Masque's endless ballroom shimmered around him—music drifting in perfect harmony, stone pathways glowing beneath every step.
And in the center of it all, Kaelthyr danced.
His hand rested lightly on the waist of a beautiful succubus, her skin a soft shade of rose, her eyes a sultry crimson that promised sin with every glance.
Her black horns curled elegantly, her tail swayed with practiced allure, and her smile was the kind that had ruined kingdoms.
To anyone watching, they looked like two strangers flirting at a masquerade.
But Kaelthyr knew better.... And she, oh she had no idea.
