Whiskey.
What is a Zee? And why is he calling me a Zee? I didn’t respond to the strange beast, instead, I backed away slowly and watched as he fully emerged from the tent. I turned my body slightly to the side, bent my knees and lifted my arm over my shoulder. I wrapped my hand tightly around the handle of my blade, ready to pull it from its holster. I was prepared to fight if that’s what the beast wants. He was taller up close. He stepped closer toward me, lifted his nose to the air and sniffed. He furrowed his brows and stepped closer again.
“Who are you?” he demanded in a loud and earth-shattering voice. Again, I gave no response, I just curled my lips back and snarled. Come on, Beasty Boy, let’s dance.
“What did you do to her?” he demanded again. His voice took on a deep and rumb
