Chapter twenty seven
Lyria's nose was still bleeding, the dark blood dripped down her perfect face as she stumbled away from the courtyard. Her expression was frozen in horror, her eyes wide and vacant like she had seen something that broke her mind.
She didn't walk. She ran.
Her attendants scrambled after her, as they tried to keep up. The beautiful demoness who had seemed so powerful moments before now looked like prey fleeing from a predator.
The crowd watched in stunned silence. Everyone had expected to see blood, to see the slave to be torn apart for his defiance, but Lady Lyria was running away, and the white-haired human boy still stood there holding his snake.
"What just happened?" someone whispered.
"Did she really let him go?"
"How is he still alive?"