Chapter 43

Darius’s POV

Every trace of the man from minutes ago had totally vanished. She could sense it too. I felt her stare at my cold back as I walked into the castle.

My bones itched to turn back and grab her. They itched to hoist her on my shoulder, speed into my chambers, and take her one last time. But none of that could happen. Ever again, not when we were back in Cillicia. Fye was a different reality, another realm where forbidden things were allowed.

Now, we were back to our world and reality. And in this one, the place of a human was a slave on the floor and not a lover on the bed.

“Master Darius.”

Ignoring all forms of greetings from idiots, I marched with graceful poise through the halls in the direction of his office.

It was no surprise when a servant arrived with news of my summon, barely a few minutes after I had settled in my chambers. I had visited the home of their rivals; of course, they would be itching with wonder about the purp