"Just kidding," Syryn raised his bloody hand and waved it at the anti mage.
Rowan stopped mid move and put his hands on his waist, letting relief pour through him. He vowed that one of these days, he would take Syryn dry just to punish him for the heart attack he had given the blond.
Syryn was in the clear. There were only two more stingers on the table and one of them was loaded with toxin.
The mer guard knew that he was going to die. His gills fluttered erratically, taking in gulps of water as panic flooded his body. He didn't want to die this way.
"You know why I picked you, don't you?" Syryn asked him while faintly smiling.
The mer guard would do anything to not have to play anymore. He nodded quickly, eyes pleading at Syryn.
Don't let me die
