Sha's expression remained unchanged, but his voice grew deeper, more dangerous. "Are you trying to use this favor to blackmail me?"
Sang Luo looked him straight in the eye. "The Rakshasa King only needs to tell me, does your word still stand?"
Sha stared at her for a long time, his emotions hidden within those dark, teal, ghostly pupils, his mood impossible to discern.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally said,
"It does."
Before Sang Luo could even let out a sigh of relief, she saw the Rakshasa King rise and walk down the steps.
Her heart tensed again. The man walked until he stood before her, his tall figure almost completely enveloping her. Sang Luo couldn't even see his expression.
He asked, "Using the favor you earned by saving my life to trade for the lives of these two... have you made up your mind?"
"I have."
"..."
"They are my mates. I... I don't want to endure the regret and pain of losing my beloveds forever, not again."
