Nearly half a year had passed since Zane and Tabitha shared a meal over the fire together, where in a bizarre moment they briefly became intimate, before some sense was slapped into the overly possessive horde king. And in doing so, compelling her to act with some semblance of sanity once more.
At first, Zane was someone she clung to because she was inwardly scared that she would go insane once he was gone and tear apart the earth looking for him. But even so, she thought that the man was nothing short of a burden.
His weakness was a problem for her. Especially since he proclaimed himself to be the one true son of Death. How could their mother's son and heir be so weak? He had crossed the boundaries of a Tier I Horde King and had for a while been a measly Tier II.
