The Nymph Who Fooled the Dead

I was attending a banquet with my fiancée and her nymph friends.

But she made an excuse about checking the woodland springs and left the table.

Two turns of the hourglass passed. The seat next to me remained cold.

I stood up, ready to track her scent.

That was when I heard her nymph friends talking. They were using the secret tongue—a language only woodland creatures could understand—to ruthlessly humiliate me.

"That idiot who crawled out of the Underworld still has no idea how many times Lyra has betrayed him."

"I bet Darius is taking Lyra on the peaks of Mount Ida right now."