“And what would you have me say?” said Raum, his voice measured and low.
Charam hadn’t thought about what he’d expected Raum to say. He’d been concentrating more on his replies, on how to dress the truth up to make it sound more convincing, more sympathetic.
“I don’t know,” he confessed. “But you came all this way to get me. Chased me halfway across Dis.”
Raum regarded him at first without a trace of expression on his face, but then Charam noticed a subtle change in his features, a softening.
“If I’m not mistaken, I think you have realised your mistake, realised how much your deceit and your betrayal have hurt me. I also think you know why I came after you.”
Charam took a minute to reflect on Raum’s words.
“I really am very sorry.”
“Why did you run? Am I that much of an ogre?”
Charam couldn’t stop the smirk that slid onto his lips. It seemed a slightly preposterous thing to say coming from a demon as powerful and menacing as Raum.
“Something amusing?” asked Raum.