Ness
Lagos is still pissed.
He hasn’t spoken to me since this morning, though he doesn’t seem as furious anymore.
While I wait for him in the living room, I try to figure out how to execute my plan.
I need to create a connection between us—to make him trust me.
He’s not a bad man, and having him on my side is in my best interest.
I hear his footsteps and tug at the hem of my short-sleeved shirt.
I’ve decided to stop hiding the scars on my arms.
After all, he’s already seen them, and the others…
Well, I don’t give a s**t what they think.
I assumed we’d be having dinner in Zeldric’s private wing again, so I didn’t even bother to ask.
I see him approaching—wearing black dress pants and a white button-down with the sleeves rolled up.
As always, his light blond hair is perfectly sty
