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We ended up in an abandoned warehouse that would give anyone the creeps, even me. The place seemed to have only one entrance, unless someone wanted to climb up to a few windows that were too high.
“I will go first,” I said.
“My king—” Enzo tried.
“Enzo, I know you’re my warrior, sworn to die for me, but who is the hybrid?”
He glanced at Grayson, who stood nearby smiling, finding our conversation amusing.
“You are,” he replied.
“Then why do we have this discussion every time there is an issue we need to fix?”
“I just thought perhaps things had changed,” he muttered.
“Nothing has changed,” I asserted.
“Not quite true, or we wouldn’t be out here,” Grayson remarked.
Ignoring his comment, it turned away from them and entered the building, gun raised. Enzo was right behind me,
