Chapter Fourteen

As the night went on the music became deeper, reflecting the drunkenness and over-indulgence. Or perhaps reflecting the stormy seas raging above in the world of the mortals?

The sound of the angry waters penetrated even down here.

Demetrius shivered and hoped no fishermen had been out that evening. He had seen the fury of the ocean from the safety of the shore and had mourned the lives it took with the others.

He stepped back against the wall, hoping to become one with the shadows and remain hidden. Or at least forgotten for the time being. The debauchery that ensued with excess had just reached infancy and he had no desire to help it mature.

His eyes flitted to Karanos who watched with mild disinterest. His face was a mask of nonchalance and no emotion touched the onyx eyes despite the scenes that were being acted before him.