Synopsis
“Delia, beg me.”
“…What did you say?”
“Why? Is that too much for the great mage to do?”
The coldness Eden exhaled was, ironically, the breath torn from the very edge of desperation.
“Say you’ll return to Grace and live quietly, keeping your head down.”
“I can’t do that.”
“Why?”
“…Because I don’t want to go back.”
“Do you have some other purpose here?”
Though his heart burned with anguish, Eden masked it behind an even colder gaze, as if refusing to let it show.
At the same time, his eyes shifted past Delia’s shoulder.
Where his gaze landed…
Hyacinth was standing there.
