Chapter 10
Torian frowned, looking at the carnage around him. The lack of pain in his stomach told enough of the tale.
He could faintly smell small amounts of blood coming from Aridan and Sevron. It wasn't nearly enough blood for them to have fallen beneath his claws.
Following the sweet scent, he made his way down the long winding staircase.
His head hurt, he knew this brand of pain well enough to know that Aridan had to use his last resort.
The great iron doors were left wide open, leading him to the outside air.
Standing there, looking worse for wear but still very much alive, were Aridan and Sevron.
"We've been on the phone with Devi. He said that he would start bringing in prisoners for you to keep you well fed. There are enough demons breaking the laws to feed you for a lifetime," Sevron said. He wrapped his arms tightly around Torian's waist, hugging him close.
"You still trust me after all this?" Torian asked, inhaling the musky scent of his beloved.
"Let's get you home, Torian," Aridan smiled, watching the two cling to each other like a lifeline.