Maya stood frozen, staring at Tay as he snapped his fingers. From the shadows, another figure appeared, tall and imposing. It was Azer, Tay’s right hand and the head of his demon army. His presence made the air feel even heavier, crackling with restrained power.
Tay’s gaze flickered toward Maya, and for a brief moment, something unspoken passed between them, a look, an emotion she couldn’t quite decipher.
"Azer," he said, his tone sharp. "Guide Maya to the Summer Castle and place her with the other concubines."
Maya’s heart stopped for a beat. Concubines? Her chest tightened, but she bit her tongue, knowing better than to protest. This wasn’t the moment to push back. She had just narrowly escaped death at the hands of Kraus and his accomplices, betrayed by someone she once trusted. Tay
