Kai lay on his hard stone bench inside the holding cell.
He crossed his bare arms behind his head and stared up at faint glowing runes carved into the ceiling above him.
Dried blood flaked off his skin every time he shifted his weight.
That smell still clung to his chest.
It mixed stubbornly with the Matriarch's lingering perfume.
'She is losing her mind much faster than I calculated,' Kai reflected.
He replayed her desperate, hungry kiss against the iron bars from earlier.
'One more day of this tension, and she will be totally unhinged.'
'Perfect.'
Quiet settled over the holding block.
Occasional footsteps from nervous guards pacing outside broke the silence.
Guards kept their distance now.
They whispered constantly among themselves about his brutal massacre upstairs.
None of those seasoned soldiers dared to look him in the eyes anymore.
A soft blue window suddenly materialized in his vision.
It floated silently in the dim, torchlit space.
