Chapter 17

Vraxlon finally guided his eyes to me, with the lock of hair loosening from his ear and rubbing against his beard, and for a moment, he just watched me. He observed in a way that I was quite aware of the blood running through my veins, and how my breathing suddenly seemed irregular. So I noticed that, just like me, he also seemed to duel if he said something or just kept waiting.

He looked at the space behind me, with the same attention I had seen on his face before we got there, recognizing that obscure presence.

"What can you see so much on my back? "I wanted to know.

Vraxlon offered me a tender smile.

"Your protective spirit, your majesty.”

I frowned, although I turned to look. Nothing. As much as I tried to send that silent command to my soul, asking for that vision that allowed me to see the evil and profane. There was nothing.

"And what is this spirit like?”

"A Cerastes," he said.

"What the hell is a Cerastes?”

"A very peculiar vi