Chapter 43. Coming Doom

“Why on earth will I help you after everything you have done?” Aaron snarled, “I do not even consider you a friend, much less an ally, and so you have no right to ask me for anything!”

Viktor nodded, not denying any of the words he just told him. “You are right, but I need your help still, and if you help me, maybe, just maybe, you won’t end up like me one day,” he said, struggling to get up.

“Is that a threat?” Aaron demanded, his grip on control thin.

“What’s the noise going on for?” Damor asked from far back, and they all paused and turned to him. “Isn’t it too early for this much noise? I was soundly sleeping, but I couldn’t drown out your voices and enjoy my morning sleep. Someone tell me what’s going on and why many are out of their quarters.”

They all remained silent, as those who could speak didn’t have the right to, and those with the right didn’t want to. He grunted and walked closer to where they stood, and his eyes met Viktor.

He blinked imm