Greyson
“Fine. I’ll say it. You did surprisingly adequately. I’m pleased to learn that you have half a brain after all.” I spit out the words that feel like hot lava in my mouth.
“I would say thank you, Master, but I feel like that was more of an insult than praise.” He's not wrong. It looks like that half of brain of his is still working.
“Well, it’s all you’re getting.” I clip, growing impatient. Why am I even entertaining this conversation?
“Then thank you, Master.”
I would have pointed out that I feel like his thanks is a little too ironic to be sincere too, but I leave it. Sometimes it's best to ignore the pest that is Blaze.
“I have grown attached to Alpha Sophia, I guess I’m all too happy to have helped.” Of course he did. That woman is like a magnet.
Blaze keeps on talking,
