"Archmage of the Silver Tower," said Sue Terin. Her gaze shifted to the meager one percent number hovering over his head. She unknowingly shifted her gaze to the red wolf beneath her and saw a gleaming one hundred percentage of affection.
Sue Terin could only sigh. She was about to go down when a resounding snarl stopped her movement. It was warning her not to make a move—it seemed that the beast in Lucien was being jealous.
'Believe me, you do not have to be jealous. That mage hates me like a plague, trust me.' Sue delivered her assurance through the mind link they shared. Her eyes connected with a pair of gigantic golden ones while she patted his furry neck. 'Calm down. He is here for a reason.'
Without waiting for the growling wolf's reply, Sue Terin appeared in front of Sigfrid Lean Merlin in a blink of an eye. "What do you want, Lord Archmage of the Silver Tower?"
"Please. Sigfrid will do."
