Kaiden shut the door behind them, letting the muffled sounds of the demoness vs the valkyries' incest-prevention debate fade out.
Alice stood in the middle of the room, hands clutched together in front of her chest, shoulders hunched, gaze glued to her toes as if the floor held the secrets of the universe.
She was deliberately tiny.
Deliberately fragile.
Deliberately pathetic.
And Kaiden knew she was doing it on purpose, appearing as an innocent little kitten who could do absolutely no wrong in the world. She did it in hopes of preventing him from lashing out at her.
The whole situation would raise the eyebrows of any observers, as Alice, despite being younger, was stronger than Kaiden. As long as one didn't count the dungeon and its inhabitants as part of Kaiden's power, of course.
