William, who was talking to a priest who had examined the umpteenth hypothermia victim this week, looked at Ronan in disbelief. The man just walked away after ordering him like that. Lazarus, who also stood beside William, patted William on the shoulder to give his friend a boost of strength.
"This is the last night for Ronan to meet Princess Arielle until his wedding day. So, of course, he wants to spend more time with his fiancé than work."
William looked at Lazarus piercingly. "Who are you?" William asked in a sharp tone, making Lazarus frown.
"What do you mean? I'm Lazarus, you fool. Have you lost your memory or what?"
"No-no… the Lazarus I know wouldn't have such mature thoughts. The real Lazarus should be complaining about going back to the palace as well."
Lazarus frowned. "Maybe because I want to change to be a more mature man?" he asked, making William frown in disbelief.
"Did Ronan and Aimee's punches make your brain shift?'
