The queen of witches? Vendetta frowned, but he just dropped it. That couldn't be their queen Daiquiri. The reason was simple: Daiquiri would never let the enemy destroy the Pandemonium. She has no reason to allow such a thing to happen. Noah Rocco was mad for thinking so.
He vaguely remembered the way and hoped to just find a safe palace for him and Mariz. There was no way those people would not drop them as they were dead weight. When he figured that there was nothing much to be done—neither could he see a trace of the rest; he decided to deviate from the route. If demons killed them, at least they wouldn't be fed to the blood ritual. Even if they were, at least let it happen in their sleep.
"Where are we going now?" Mariz hissed, still trembling in anger that she couldn't even touch a strand of that Noah Rocco's hair. "You lost the girl."
