We go back to the place we were before to finally sleep, but if I could not relax before now with my mind even fuller and my heart still racing the possibility was even thinner, so while Ethan goes to taking care of my wounds I lay down and cross my paws in front of me, attentive to anyone that may be eavesdropping our conversation.
I thought he would question what had happened between father and I, hell, I even thought he would truly give me a piece of mind and talk my ears out, but he had shown so much interest in those gates that he briefly looked at to the point of bringing us back here before saying anything further, looking distant, lost in thought all the way back, which only peeks my interests more for sure.
"Why do you think that?" I ask as he only hints that the gates are his father, the Demon Lord's, doing.
