5
Dryas
“What are you going to do about Arsen?”
Blinking, I turn to Damen. “What?”
“You know that he is still extremely angry with you. You did stab him and leave him for dead, after all.”
My frown deepens. “I hardly think this is the time, Damen.”
His brows rise. “I am sorry that you feel that way. Would you like me to just pretend that his anger will not be an issue for you? Because it will. He will come for you.”
Putting my hand over my eyes, I sigh. “I know that. But today is not about Arsen. I will deal with him later, assuming that I am not killed in the meantime.”
Damen just shrugs and looks out his window, unperturbed by what we are facing.
I glance at the abandoned hotel as Damen and I are driven up to it. From St-Malo, we drove out thirty minutes to a hotel that stands a
