Chapter 280: Cry Babies, Unsettling Gazes, and the Pest Who Agreed Too Enthusiastically
Elyn's POV
Azerion sighed then, rather loudly, like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders — which I was very certain he didn't.
"Aziren," he said, shaking his head, "you should get your head checked."
He paused and then turned to Retheris. "Maybe you too should get your head checked."
Aziren tilted his head in confusion.
"Why?" he asked softly, his brows furrowed.
"Because there is nothing likeable about the King," Azerion said flatly. "Nothing at all."
The moment the words left his mouth, shadows appeared.
They rose from the ground around Azerion like a slow-moving wave, wrapping around his small frame with gentle but unmistakable intent. Not tight enough to hurt. But I didn't doubt that if Zorathys wanted it to hurt, then it would in the blink of an eye.
Azerion went very still, and Zorathys smiled.
