Chapter 873. The Tent

Chantel Aeden Revia

"Fine," I sighed, "Anything else that you want to tell us, or can we leave?"

"No, no, I apologize truly. I can't let you go, though. Not without at least making it up to you. I'll have my chefs whip something up for us. Please, stay."

Lexcis was ready to say no, but I spoke before he could, "Okay. And then you give us two horses."

"How about I give you a car and escort you to where you need to be?" He gave me a little apologetic smile.

Lexcis was fuming beside me, so I looked at him for an answer, as did Emir. He waited for Lexcis to answer, but he didn't look scared of him. Intimidated, yes, but not scared. Which was already a step up from most men we've encountered. "Good. But you leave us alone until then. And you bring our Wolveleon to us."

Emir sighed, "Okay, I can do that. Again, I'm sorry." He stepped out of the way, motioning