Elysia groaned into her hands, as if by sheer will alone she could erase the past few minutes from existence.
Thalor, unfortunately, was still there. Still watching her. Still waiting.
"Are you planning to suffocate yourself, or is this just your way of avoiding the conversation?" he asked, amusement lacing his voice.
Elysia wanted to ignore him. She really, really did.
But, as always, Thalor was relentless.
She dragged her hands down her face, glaring at him. "You cannot just ask things like that!"
Thalor shrugged. "Why not? I'm your father. I'm allowed to ask if my daughter is making... questionable choices."
Elysia narrowed her eyes. "Questionable?"
Thalor's brows lifted slightly, his expression shifting from amusement to something more knowing. "Elysia, she is a demon queen."
"Yes, I know—"
"And not just any demon queen," Thalor continued, undeterred. "The one who conquered nations, the one with a reputation that even the most ruthless warlords respect, the one who—"
