Chapter 138

Finally, Lesta sat at Cyzarine’s left. He looked bored. His claws tapped impatiently on the armrest of his chair. Though maybe he was more anxious than anything. He eyed Nathan in a very different predatory manner than Irina. He didn’t seem to have horns upon initial inspection, but as Nathan looked more closely, he saw the remains of stubs, as if his horns had been broken off. He looked like he was on fire, like a sunset; his hair a wild shock of orange that seemed to flow up and out from his head rather than down, and his coloring was bright orange to match.

Nathan felt sort of plain amongst them, with his black hair and matching markings, though he did make an interesting reverse of Cyzarine.