Chapter 66

Zedekiel's face went ugly as he wondered how he could have such thoughts about a disgusting human. He glared at the back of the Prince's head, thinking he was being bewitched by the Prince.

Maybe the Prince had found some ancient witch and made her cast a spell on him.

But then, how could he have found a witch? They were said to be extinct. And why would he cast a spell on him? What would he gain?

Then again, as the masked dancer, he had seen emotions churning in the human's bright green eyes.

Adoration, affection, admiration, and greatest of all, love.

Zedekiel quickly shook his head, dispelling the thoughts. It was impossible.

Completely impossible!

The Mother Tree must have messed with his head this afternoon.

A voice whispered in his mind. 'Or it could be your true feelings, the ones you buried so deep...'

Zedekiel frowned and shouted in his mind. 'Then remain buried!'