Sold to the Night Lord Novel - Chapter 80

Chapter 80 Chapter 80 is Gora the goddess you serve?" "I revere them all. My prayers always go to them. But my origin comes from Gors." "Will you reunite with them once you die?" "When the day comes, if my soul is worthy, I'll pass into the Far Lands and meet them there, "And if your soul isn't worthy?" "Then I'll go to what humans call Isell." "What will happen to Evanora?" I haven't forgotten the conversation we had in the library-and her admission that she gave up her sout to become some kind of half dark witch "She won't go to either place. It'll be as if she never existed.

The void will consume her." A chill runs through me and I'm sure it's not because the water's cold. Evanora chose that fate to become a half-witch. But why? Why give up something so important for that? *Is it the same for humans!" Anklets out a little laugh-almost diabolical. "yes, it's the same," she admits. "Imagine their surprise when their souls arrive and there's no single god-when all their beliefs crumble" "How do you know all this?" "The ones beyond told me." gasp, and she sighs. "I think that's enough for today.

I'll leave you to finish your bath in peace." She starts hopping toward the candle flame. "Oh, and by the way he has a soul I've kept that heart warm, waiting for you, Elara." "For me?" "I knew someone like you would come one day Chapter 80 And she vanishes, becoming one with the flame I stay a white longer in the water, staring at the fire in case Ank decides to reappear and play a prank to scare me to death. When I realize that won't happen, I climb out of the now lukewarm bath. I wrap myself in a silk robe and walk to my chambers, leaving small drops of water in my wake.

The curtains are drawn, keeping daylight from spilling directly inside, so the warm glow of a candle beside the vanity is what lights up my features. I sit and look at everything spread out in front of me. I grab the brush and decide to start with what feels familiar. I run it gently through my hair, undoing small knots and letting it fall like a cascade over my shoulder. I close my eyes for a few seconds, enjoying such a mundane act The slight scent of night-blooming jasmine and damp earth snakes under my nose-and before I can open my eyes, I feel warm lips kissing my shoulder.

"You didn't think a simple bath could wash my scent off you, did you?" he says against my skin. I grip the brush tighter, open my eyes slowly, and look at our reflection in the mirror. His eyes are looking at the same thing as mine and they shine brighter than ever. His chin rests on my shoulder, and a wicked smile is etched on his smile is on his Gps He slowly lowers one hand along the curve of my neck and continues, shifting the delicate fabric of my robe to leave my shoulder bare. "You want the whole castle to smell YOU "What image?" he asks, amused. "No humans-that image." ell me on you?