He had decided to meet me in the very same room he had met Desmond Gracen in. I glanced to my left, finding a heavily stocked shelf looking back at me. One of the items was what Wyatt used to spy on King Alaric, what he would be seeing me through now. I wondered what he thought of my play, I could very easily imagine him pulling his hairs out at my sudden change of plans.
“Here I am at last.” I responded.
He was sitting on that couch, eyeing me up and down like I was a toy to play with. His blonde hair was tied back into a bun at the nape of his neck with a leather string and he had a thick beard that shielded half of his face from me. He wore a simple white shirt with black, well fitted, trousers and brown leather shoes. On top of his head, as though it hadn’t been made obvious yet, w
