The Return of the Emperor
“Pardon? I-”
“I don’t like to repeat myself,” Do-won said. His tone was quiet, but it weighed like iron.
And just like that, the doctor was gone, vanishing with one last helpless look at Zane.
Perfect. Now it was just Zane and the heir to the throne. The very heir who looked at Zane in the wrong way.
The prince took a step closer, circling him like a wolf. “Tell me,” Do-won said softly, almost conversationally, “do you practice dark arts? Occultism, perhaps?”
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