With the pride of a peacock, the royal prince stood up. Dusting the non-existent dirt off his cuffs, he said, "And to meet the divine healer. Or should I say…"
He leaned forward, grinning like a cat who'd caught the scent of blood. "The divine killer, no?"
"How about I give you a reason to call me by a new name as well?" Darius said, turning around.
The still-grinning Nikolai followed after him.
"Like what? A crazy beast? A monster? A madman?"
"A royal killer."
That answer was enough to shut Nikolai up — though he doubted Darius would actually kill him. Not under these circumstances.
But then again, who could trust a lunatic?
"Be serious, Darius. Do you not want to proceed with the plan?"
If he did, then surely he should show a sliver of courtesy to one of the key players in this dangerous game.
"Wrong question, Nikolai," Darius replied curtly as he turned a sharp corner.
