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But tonight?
With Nyomi?
What would they see?
I exhaled. “No Eyes.”
Reo didn’t smirk. He only nodded. “I thought so.”
“But. . .” Nervousness rose within my chest. “You didn’t see her, did you?”
“I only saw the room earlier this evening.”
“But not her? Not her leg? Not the fucking cape?”
“No, Kenji. I did not see any of those things.”
Good.
Whatever Nyomi wore beneath that cape was all for me and my unraveling. The idea that someone else might see the way her pussy peeked from lace or how her nipples stood taut beneath silk. . .it filled me with a primitive, possessive rage.
Not even Reo, Arata, and Itsuki could be allowed that privilege.
I leaned my head to the side. “But. . .from just seeing the room. . .you knew I wouldn’t want my Eyes in there?”
Reo nodded. “Everyone doesn’t deserve to witness a man’s rebirth.”
Hmmm.
I pursed my lips together and studied my Roar.
Reo was right. I didn’t want witnesses nor an audience to whatever was going to happen in that room. And I definitely didn’t want a single soul to see what she had hidden beneath that cape.
Reo had always protected the Dragon and my empire.
But tonight, he protected me.
He guarded my soul.
“Thank you.”
Reo bowed. “Have a good evening.”
“I will,” I adjusted my collar, though the heat in my blood had already undone every thread of it. And with that, I opened the door and stepped inside, but two questions thundered in my head.
What if I knelt and couldn’t rise again? What if she stripped away the Dragon, touched the man beneath the blood and title, and I liked it too much to ever become the Dragon again?
Chapter forty-one
Deprogramming
Nyomi
The space trembled—or was it just my heart?
Regardless, I stood at the center of it.
A black cape draped from my shoulders. Deep blood-red satin lined it, swaying with every shift of my body.
