Scratching my back, I leaned against the tree on the far side of the lake, watching the show unfold.
I still couldn’t believe how easily Quesito pulled that off — those silks, those aerial spins. Damn wolf made it look like a dance.
No wonder no one dares challenge him. Those tricks weren’t just fancy; they were deadly. I’ve seen him use the same moves on the battlefield, only with a kusarigama instead of silks — spinning that weapon with the same deadly rhythm he just used to win over Rose.
He wasn’t just performing. He was playing.
Playing for her attention… and loving every second of it.
‘He’s having fun with my wolf,’ Crash growled in my head, voice deep and annoyed. ‘But he can keep the fake human.’
That word — fake — made my brows furrow.
Crash might be clumsy, reckless, and c
