"Gaah! Agaah!"
"Ouch--wait! Nava--ouch!"
The smacking sound was relentless, and the Demon God didn't seem immune to a baby's tantrum. Both the King and I were surprised, but Natha didn't seem to be.
Was this why he said it would be fine?
Oh, my petty husband.
"Ugh--ouch--Valen, stop hi--"
"Don't want to," I scoffed and turned my head away, still holding Shwa tightly. Besides, my baby seemed to have fun, grabbing the Demon God's hair and shaking his head.
"Ouch--agh--come on, Navardi--"
And if you knew anything about a baby's grip, you'd know that a considerable force would be needed to unravel it. But would An'Hyang have any heart to force the owner of the soul of the Primordial One? I didn't think so.
