Chapter 162 You Are A Ghost Now, Stay Dead

• The air in the palace felt different that evening. It was no longer the heavy, stagnant air of a prison, but the electric, charged atmosphere of an impending storm. Adonis and Fenrir waited in the shadows of the East Wing, their necks feeling strangely light and cold without the collar they had worn for so long. They were stripped of their physical chains, but the digital ones still burned in their minds.
• When the summons came, they didn't flinch. Vespera had returned, and she called the two men to their private room, likely expecting to find her "dogs" waiting to be disciplined for their silence during her absence.
• They entered the room with the practiced submissiveness she demanded. Vespera was sitting at her desk, her back to them, scrolling through her phone. She didn't even look up.