The trial was done. The power was real. Quinlan's body felt lighter than ever before as he walked.
Ayame fell into stride beside him. "Are you not calling the king? Or the Consortium? What about our new allies? You were flirting with the elf bitch- the elf queen quite a bit."
"They can wait a few minutes."
Ayame raised an eyebrow.
Quinlan lifted his hand. Space tore open three steps ahead of them, light folding inward at the edges until the portal stabilized into a clean vertical line.
"There's a woman I've been neglecting. If I leave her waiting any longer, I'll officially qualify as an unfaithful lover."
The girls understood immediately.
Jasmine.
His merchant girl. His governor. The only woman in his harem who hadn't crossed into the Primordial Realm for the trial, because she'd decided, on her own, that her place was in Miri Town.
Someone had to manage the fallout, she'd said. Someone had to keep the gears turning while the rest of them were away.
