Nikola walked out of the tent in the yellow silks, Wei Caihong moved to his side, brushing through his hair with his fingers and righting the bun in his hair.
"You look like a vision, my Emerald," Wei Caihong said.
Azazel made a gagging noise.
Why were they so sickly sweet? Why couldn't they be more like his Bjorn? Granted, Nikola's grandson had taken his own life, not being able to stand Azazel anymore and yet being forced to remain in a loveless, on his side, marriage.
He had been such a warrior. Such a leader of men. Azazel's eyes closed, imagining the tall blonde with his green eyes. Lighter than Niki's, but much more intense.
Pure perfection.
"Now," Azazel said as he moved to fix a wrinkle in Nikola's collar. "The main thing I will require as a reward is to have Bjorn back. You know the spell…"
"Azazel!" Nikola screamed in outrage.
Wei Caihong looked between them, not understanding what was wrong.
