Chapitre 428: Fruits of Vengeance

I had turned away from Gayron as he spoke, but paused, looking back at the demonkin. He had his eyes fixed on the ground, his hands clenched at his sides. He looked entirely uncomfortable, down to his tail, which trembled with the effort of keeping it still. Gayron was not a man accustomed to apologizing.

"Sorry?" I asked, "What are you even talking about? You're healed, Gayron. You don't have to pretend anymore. Just leave."

His hands clenched tighter, digging into his palms. He raised his head, revealing a glare. "Do you want me to beg, to get on my knees and kiss your feet?" he growled. "Damn it, I don't even know what I was thinking, apologizing like that."