Chapter Twelve

THORAN'S POV

I stood still, my gaze was fixed on Zarek, one hand in my pocket. “I screwed up, didn't I?” I asked, my voice devoid of emotions.

“Yup,” Zarek answered, with a nod. He was unfazed by my cold tone, having been used to it by now.

We sat in his home the next morning. The argument with...

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