Three days passed by in a blink of an eye.
The banquet hall of Baron Volkov was still painted red with the blood of traitors, but the town of Auravale never knew about it.
The old world had died in that room, and a new era ushered by a man who was currently in bed, trying to catch the grapes in the air with his mouth.
Leo lay sprawled in the center of the massive XXL-king sized bed that he had made and placed in Lord Caelum's room after he threw the last one away.
He did not want to lie in the same bed where that Bastard Lord and Malcom did God knows what sorts of things, in what sorts of positions and in what sorts of holes.
Uggh! Just the thought made him puke his insides out.
"Missed," Leo mumbled as a grape bounced off his nose.
Shadow, who was standing beside the bed in a maid's uniform that was scandalously short, scrambled to catch the fruit before it hit the sheets. She moved with the silent grace of an assassin, but her face was flushed a deep crimson.
