Page 83 of The Demon King's Destiny

She turned to the elderly male calling from the entry to the temple.

“A word, if you don’t mind.”

Theron turned and walked into the building, his grey robes billowing into the air. Evelyn followed him into his study, where they’d just had their last meeting with her sisters and their males.

“Please sit,” he asked and shut the door. Instead of going to his large chair behind his desk, he sat in the one next to her.

“Marrok responded to my message.”

She nodded. Theron had sent a missive two weeks ago, briefly informing the demon of a meeting Theron had held with Edward, Kellan, and Viktor.

“He’s on his way here.” Theron pulled at his grey beard, staring at her, as though waiting for a reaction.

Adrenaline spiked her blood. Half of her was dying to see him, the other half felt she still needed time. After so longofwaiting for them to be together, the timing couldn’t have been worse.

Furthermore, Evelyn hadn’t seen Marrok since the night she’d shown him the dream of Melena carving up her chest. It had been hard for him to see and he’d lashed out. She could sense his frustration occasionally, but that was all she was picking up.

“Does he know I’m here?”

“No, though I’m sure he could figure it out easily enough. He’s riding to Gwydion first.”

“Why?”

“Why do you think?”

“For me? He knows I’m not there.”

Theron’s violet kaleidoscope eyes swirled with magic. He looked atEvelyn, but if felt like he wasn’t seeing her, like something else was in his field of vision.

She wondered what he wanted to discuss. He already knew everything. As soon as her father left for Burghard, Evelyn told Theron of her dreamworld, starting with the first time Marrok had entered it and ending with their last visit.

The morning they’d arrived, he pulled Evelyn aside and told her it would be best not to mention anything she’d been dreaming. He’dseenwhat would happen if she did and so she’d kept quiet.

Because he already knew about her dreams, she felt comfortable discussing them. She’d hoped he could give her insight on the last ones she’d had of Melena. He’d said he needed to think on it.

“It’s the new moon. He is riding to Gwydion to request access to you. He knows Edward has taken you away, but your father and Flynn do not know that you told him as much. Flynn is waiting for him.”

“When will he arrive here?”

“Sometime before nightfall.”

Evelyn clasped her hands tightly together. She was nervous. Her father and sisters were kingdoms away. Flynn had stayed behind to handle things in Gwydion. There would be no buffer for her when Marrok arrived.

Theron’s warm hand settled atop hers. “Do not fret.”

“Because it will all work out?” she asked, hoping one of his visions had shown a positive outcome.

“Ah, that I do not know. What I do know is that faith can go a long way. Have some faith in Marrok. It is not so easy for him to have faith in himself. He’ll need you to help him with that.”

“I can do that.”

“I would also advise, when you see him, you do not touch him.”

“What?” she chirped, pretending not to know his meaning. There wasn’t enough gold on the planet to get her to discuss the concept of a mating frenzy with a male older than dirt.

“Trust me. Please.”

“I do.”

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