"Blowing out someone else's candle doesn't make yours shine any brighter."
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Lothaire invited Zarin to his home in one of his hidden kingdoms. He took him to his luxurious parlor and asked him to sit down. This was going to be a long, interesting conversation, and he wanted to set the mood.
Tezz was right. The more people he got on his side that Heaven cared for, the bigger the chance would be of her staying with him once he got a hold on her.
He poured some wine for himself and Zarin and handed him the golden goblet before getting seated.
"So you say you love my granddaughter?"
Zarin nodded.
"And Zamiel doesn't love her? He is only manipulating her?"
The boy nodded again.
Lothaire sipped his wine, watching Zarin closely.
"Why would he manipulate her?" He asked.
Zarin sighed. "He is using her. He hates witches and wants to have his revenge on them."
