"You would be in the same rooms with them," Azriel supplied, eyes twinkling with a smile at Zavian. "And we are sorry they aren't your comfortable chambers, but it is only for a while."
"What if…," Kitana's father began, trembling like a leaf on a windy day. "What if Aloysius…"
Wins, the last word found its way to their ears without being said. But Zavian had thought of that possibility as every warrior should. What if Aloysius wins? What will be of the earth? Of the humans? And the futures of everyone?
"I was waiting for something encouraging from you," Freya snarled. "If you cannot hold the sword, at least sharpen your faith in us. Or it isn't too late to join forces with Aloysius."
"Freya," Azriel placated the hot-blooded demon with a palm to his armored chest.
