Chapter 80

Kain paused to smooth the short strands of his hair and to ensure that there was no dust clinging to his clothing before he returned to the throne room. Then he forced himself to count to one hundred.

He’d learned from a young age that alchemists missed nothing. Even if they acted like they were entirely focused on King Edward and his wife, not one of them was blind to what was happening in the room behind them.

Including the fact that the lycan king had disappeared and recently returned.

The last thing he wanted was the alchemist’s return to be associated with his own.

Finally, he casually strolled through the doorway and along the edge of the crowd. Kain kept his gaze lowered as was expected for a mere half-breed, and used his sense of smell to direct him to Pearl.

Not that he actually needed her scent.

There was something deep inside him that would always pull him to her side. Like a homing pigeon.

A terrifying realization—that was tucked in the