Chapitre 82: A Time of Blood

Zariel was confined to his room, lying on his bed in a state of listlessness. His face was etched with a brooding expression as he stared at the mask before him. The mask seemed to hold a certain power over him, evoking a sense of hesitation and melancholy. 

"You jacking off in there!" Tiamat's naughty voice sounded from outside his door. Her mischievous smile lifted in amusement. "Come on, let's head to Baythorn. I'm hungry!" 

Tiamat heard the lock click as the door swung open to reveal Zariels brooding face. "How do you even know about Baythorn already?" he asked. 

"Same way. I know you didn't wash your hands. You're getting To be that age, you know." 

"I don't even know what that means. What does jacking off entail?" 

Tiamat perked her lips up. "you asking me to help you out?" 

"I'm asking you to explain what that means." 

"By example, right?" 

Zariel made a face. "If it involves touching, then I'll pass."