Though tempted to refuse her offer, Azriel realized he had run out of excuses to decline her kindness. In the end, he had no choice but to accept—also because Liliane, Nol, and Celestina knew where he could find a room in this sprawling estate.
As it turned out, he didn't need their guidance. A maid happened to pass by and led Azriel to a guest room. With so many participants housed here, most were staying in the servants' quarters; but one glance at Azriel, then at the well-known Celestina at his side, then at Liliane—respected in her own right—and finally at Nol, who instructed the maid to give Azriel a proper room, was enough. She brought them to a spacious chamber, almost identical to Yelena's.
Azriel sank onto the soft bed; it gave a little under his weight. Nol took a chair nearby, while Azriel looked up at the two beautiful women standing in front of him.
Truly—anyone would envy being in their place. Their place, not his. Not just Azriel's, not even Nol's.
