Chapter Eighteen

Adi, at least his amiable side, wasn't surprised to see Demetrius had been promoted. At least, if one could call it that. Serving Kayana was a task more to be avoided than craved.

He gestured to the table, busying himself in making a sweet herbal tea. Something that set the servants up for the day. It had no medicinal value, but it helped, and surely, that was the main point. If the Gods could enjoy the irresistible pleasures of the vines and sugar canes, so could they.

"You really ought to take your meals and drink in the upper servant's parlour," he said with forced cheeriness, not having woken up properly yet. "But I understand why you would not want to. Pompous lot, they are. Even my other face is easier to tolerate than some of them."