Chapter 197: The Demorazzi and the King Who Hates Them For Inconveniencing His Wife
Elyn's POV
The world had gone silent.
The kind of silence that followed disaster.
The kind that pressed against your ears until your heartbeat sounded too loud.
I turned slowly toward Zorathys.
His hand was still wrapped around mine.
His shadows were not.
They had extended outward in thick, sinuous tendrils across the carpet of doom, lifting dozens of demons into the air like grotesque decorations. The so-called reporters—if that was what they were—hung upside down, their jeweled devices dangling from trembling fingers.
His gaze, however, was not on them.
It was on me. His eyes assessed me as if searching to see if there was anything wrong, or if I was hurt.
I swallowed nervously.
"What is going on?" I asked carefully.
His ruby eyes softened just a fraction when they held mine.
"I am preventing the stupid demons from killing you with their incessant noise."
I blinked.
"Killing me?"
