I shifted, my curiosity taking over my body. Why was he injured and wounded in the first place?
“Where do you live? Do you even have a family?”
“I don’t have a house. And no, I don’t have a family.” That was all he said—that was all his answer to my question.
“Please, just stay…” I begged. “If you don’t have a house, then maybe you could live in one of the rooms in our castle. We have a lot of empty rooms that you could use and occupy. I promise I won’t tell my mamita.”
“No, thanks.” Zarion’s throat bobbed. “That’s not a good idea.”
“Why not?” Before I could say anything, he cut me off. “I’m on a quest.”
“A quest…” my brows met. “Like a mystery to solve?”
He nodded. “I’m looking for the witch that will give me the information about who’s my mate.” Mate? I don’t understand. A witch?
