Chapter 238. Come Home, Brother

Valen’s POV

A dark, menacing harlequin flooded each iris. There he was, grunting, thick with scorn. “Well, if it isn’t the realm’s treasure.”

Scanning over his appearance, the dirty pants that he wore were threadbare. The afternoon's cool breeze blew open his unbuttoned shirt, billowing at the sooty material to expose his bare torso. The hems of which were jagged. He expelled an offensive odor, which intensified by the minute and seemed to go up to the little hairs in my nose to stick to them.

Vaheed’s putrid stench nauseated me from a distance and the sun's rays were evidently kicking his ass. He perspired like he'd been beaten in a marathon he had just run in the sun's barraging beams.

Finding him at last, provided minor relief. The search was over. Now I had to ensure that he did not slip away from me.

Cautiously, I assessed his aura. Zeus shifted within me. He brooded with impatience. We knew something was off because we felt a dark