He had just returned to the makeshift camp where tents had been raised, and he walked straight towards the largest one, confident that Flonda was inside.
He couldn't sense her since, although he could feel Voldrak's core in his body, he couldn't touch the black energy within it for fear of waking him up.
Striding in, he moved aside the flaps of the tent, but then he froze, shocked by what he saw.
His original intent was to kill her, to completely erase the possibility that she could ever use whatever power she had to awaken Voldrak's consciousness again. But the longer he stared, the more his mind began to change.
'I can't kill her now! Not before tasting what Voldrak would never be able to have!' he thought, knowing how much Voldrak cared for her, even if he pretended not to.
"My lord!" Her tone was sultry as she leaned against the tub she had filled with soapy water.
