Afraid

“They are here,” Sir Sule informed Cyrus about Lucius and Yemanja’s entrance into the palace.

“Okay. I hope she is able to revive Emelda,” Lucius stated and Sir Sule nodded.

“Do you think I should go to them? Or would you like me to wait here with you?” Sir Sule asked.

He knew that Cyrus would want an accurate report of what was going on and he was the only one who Cyrus could trust to do that well.

And so even before Cyrus brought it up, Sir Sule already suggested it.

But Cyrus did not respond. Instead, he went to the window and looked outside, and just like his Beta had informed him, Lucius and Yemanja were already alighting from the carriage.

Cyrus’s chest tightened and a fresh wave of pain shot through him.

It was difficult for him to see Yemanja, the woman who had placed such a deadly curse on him.

Bitterness started to crop up on him and he had to remind himself that Yemanja in her