[ZAIRE]
"So, you're telling me you took my Erasthai… My very wounded Erasthai, and jailed him in one of the stinking dungeons when he couldn't even let me heal him. And now he thinks he's the werewolf prince and ruby wolf of Acrod?
"What next, he's going to say he knows the beast of the Midlands on a personal level?" Zaire sighed exaggeratedly. He wasn't sure what he was trying to achieve himself, but he had to play along.
It was the only way for him to figure out what the hell was going on. Because if this dragged on, then he would lose his Erasthai. He would lose Nour, and that wasn't something he had to deal with. He couldn't lose the man.
It just wasn't the reality he wanted for both of them.
"He did say that," Grant added.
Zaire stared at the man like he was the epitome of stupidity. That was all he needed to know that someone was glamping with his mind. That someone was looking for a weakness.
