It's never the same

Basilisk was still housing the slave in their spare room. He caught Spiders scent at least once heading into the room. He shook his head, hoping his Heir wasn’t going to lose their head over a slave. Perhaps bringing her in this close had been a mistake. More multiple reasons. Well, he’d done it. You could live in what-ifs.

He trotted to her door and rapped on it sharply twice. Wylan had told him she needed to strengthen her fractured leg. She couldn’t lie in bed all day. He stuck his head through the door. “Up. We have plans today.” He informed her, and backed out again. Heading to the door of the den to wait for her there. He fully expected her to obey.



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