Chapter 207: Lyros.

I place Adelaide on the bed and take in a whiff of this room.

It still smells like me.

Everything is the way we left it and the fortress is the same. The forests still bear the same trees they did, yet a lot has changed.

I hand the maid at the door the list.

She nods with understanding and walks out. I lay on the bed beside Adelaide, but I did not slip into her dream.

I let myself stay out and I stare at the ceiling instead. I should have asked her to clean the drawing she made on it.

How she got up there and positioned herself well enough to draw amazes me slightly. She has no power in her memories. Even if she tried to find any in herself, her mind is thoroughly convinced she does not have any.

She is not that werewolf. The only power she has is that she’s mine, and she can play me how she wants.

Adelaide, property of Lord Lyros, King of the North.

I shift on the bed so I am facing her and the calm on her face echoes into my soul. Her eyes are closed, and her stark beauty is evident