Chapter 112. Sallie

LARRY

“What are you doing here?” asked the soft Lion when he saw me. I was fed up with all the questions they were asking.

“I’m here to make sure they don’t kill the king,” I answered dryly and settled down on one of the chairs outside. I wanted to be alert; I had a bad feeling about the sect and its plans. The walker gave me a bad feeling, besides the obvious, but something else was going on there.

“That’s what I’m doing,” Lion said in his usual boastful tone. “You have no business here; this isn’t your territory. Go torture some careless person.”

“Since you’ve been hanging out with this group of losers, you’ve become just that, a poor devil.” I had to laugh; I didn’t really know them, but seeing them get angry made the time go by faster.

“At least I’ve friends. You, on the other hand? People hate you, and for good reason.” Lion gave me a stern look; this guy had a sense of honor that seemed so hypocritical that I wouldn’t respect him for it.

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