CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT
Tatiana and Moran stood by the door.
“Are you sure you have to leave? The young man is not well yet.” the old man said.
“We are running out of time. Those people might come back here. It will be dangerous for you.” Tatiana explained to him. She clasped his hands and smiled, her hands warm against the old man’s.
“Thank you for helping us, grandpa, I will never forget your kindness.”
The old man sighed while staring at Tatiana’s face and sullenly said, “Come visit me?”
Tatiana let out a chuckle and nodded. “Of course, as soon as we save our friend.”
“You remind me of my granddaughter,” he said. “We lost her when the goblins came to attack. I lied about my family going on vacation. They were looking for my grandchild, and because I am frail and weak, they deemed
