WISE MEN WONDER WHILE STRONG MEN DIE
”Oh of that I have no doubt. Perhaps you have some magnetism of your own, Warden,” Neron mused, at least managing to get his smile under control lest Morgan lose her patience and bash his head in. That would be quite the shame. Still, he raised his eyebrows at her conclusion of the events that had transpired between them, the Hailstorm nodding his acquiescence. ”Of course,” he said. ”I wouldn’t expect you to compromise your morals.”
And yet, there was still something wicked in his eyes as he lifted his gaze to meet hers, tilting his head a bit. ”So will you be accompanying me, the next time I need to visit the shrine in the Hollowed Ground?” It was half invitation, half speculation. What, indeed, would happen the next time they went there?
And yet, there was still something wicked in his eyes as he lifted his gaze to meet hers, tilting his head a bit. ”So will you be accompanying me, the next time I need to visit the shrine in the Hollowed Ground?” It was half invitation, half speculation. What, indeed, would happen the next time they went there?
