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Weeks have passed and Nyx could not bring herself to come face to face with Divine. She had been avoiding his chambers like it carried some sort of plague. Even to see Zenith, she made sure she did not have a reason to walk by his chambers and study room. The way he had threaten her kept replaying in her mind and his thick, dangerous voice resounded in her ears.

Would he have killed her if it was true that Divine was bedding her? Or would he have killed his nephew?

She saw the feral look in his eyes, the one he had tried so hard to hide, and she would not lie, something flickering had spread across her chest. She did not know what it was yet but with time, she would.

She bit her buttom lip as she ambled way through the maids’s quarter and crossed into the kitchen. The noises of utensils being used echoed in the entire place and dropped the tray in the place where they would be washed.

She let out a deep breath and looked around. She caught sight of the tray that belonged the Royal