ZAILA
I'm in my second serving when Quillon enters the dining room and sits on the other side of Alaric. He sends me a meaningful look, I nod in response.
I feel bad for Sandro. I can't imagine what he felt right now. Torn between loyalty and love for his family.
"We have to talk to you on some serious issue later, Alaric," I spoke in Italian. It was the language that Ryker not yet learn. I watch Alaric sit erect and look at me curiously.
"Bubble found the rat, and he is part of your team," I told him, still in Italian.
His eyes widen. "What?"
"Why?"
"Let's head to your office after lunch and we will explain to you the situation," Quillon responded. He nodded but I can tell his mind is running with too many questions.
"Don't overthink, and set a judgment again," I bluntly advise,
