Jezebel had changed if that's what he could call it. Her purple hair had been tied into a ponytail with loose hairs falling on her face.
She wasn't wearing her usual baggy clothes, she was wearing a blue crop top and black booty shorts. Even Alaric was a little surprised by her change. Rebellion maybe.
The only thing that seemed to have survived was her glasses.
The moment their eyes met hers widened in surprise before turning to delight.
She walked towards him and pulled him into a hug. He took a glance at her grandfather to find him shooting daggers at him.
He now understood why the man had been so helpful to him. Maybe it was because he had saved his granddaughter. That was the most logical reasoning he could come up with.
" Are you going to the dungeon?"
" Yes," Alaric nodded.
" Sweet, mind if I go with you, please?"
Alaric turned to look at her grandfather for help, but the man avoided his gaze. Guess the decision has already been made for him.
