"Without my help!"
His words hung in the air, drawing puzzled reactions from the other reapers. A heavy silence descended, thick with tension, as Lady Winter gritted her teeth and leveled him with a piercing stare full of frustration and contempt.
"Time is ticking, my lady," Zayden taunted, tapping his watch in a mocking gesture. "But yeah, we can wait patiently while you mull over my condition. After all, she is safe in your little spell-ball around her house." His words oozed with sarcasm, emphasizing his distrust in Lady Winter's methods.
"Or so we assume," he added nonchalantly, crossing his legs with a sly smile that pushed his mother to the brink.
