I licked my dry lips. “Caom mentioned her sons too. Are they… are they bad?”
“Yes.” He squeezed my arm. “Are you sure you don’t want something to feel clearer? I barely gave you a dose, but still. Youarehalf mortal.”
Oh yeah. I’d forgotten this fucker poisoned me. And this “half mortal” bullshit again. It wasn’t going to work.
“You really think I’d let you give me anything else?” I tried to yank my arm free but couldn’t, obviously. “And I’m full mortal. Human. Normal.”
Belial’s head cocked again, in the same manner as before. “No, you’re not.”
I rolled my eyes. This guy was even more oblivious than Caom. I didn’t bother to answer him, growing distracted as the trees started thinning out. The air was even colder; faint, pearly mist spinning as we disturbed it.
The colours in the sky were… wrong. Not normal sunrise colours. These were unnatural shades of purple, pink and blue melting effortlessly together. The outline of the moon was still visible, but it was faint, like it wasn’t really there—like I was looking at a ghost of it instead. The thought made me uneasy.
Where was I?
The mist thickened suddenly, and there was impenetrable silence for a few moments as Belial led me through it, leaving the forest and the entire procession behind.