Sekhmet gave one last look to Lily's blood womb before turning away. Leaving her there, even knowing now that she was alive, felt wrong in some primitive part of him. But panic would not solve the city lord problem. Elena might. She always had a solution for everything.
He opened the Void Land and stepped out alone.
The room he reentered felt almost offensively normal.
His chamber still held the low lamp. The bed remained where it had been. It was messy because of their honeymoon. The table still bore the marks of earlier planning. A little warmth remained in the room from Lily's presence, and that somehow made the sight of her absence sharper.
Sekhmet had no time to waste.
He left the chamber immediately and moved through the corridors with measured speed. He was not running. Running might create panic amongst servants. Running created rumors. But anyone who saw his face would know he was not in the mood for interruption.
