"Verena, hurry"
Vyle knocks on the door; ready to take the unconscious body out and pretend as if nothing happened. But my mind can't focus on him at the moment. All I know is the fact that the man in front of me just disclosed he's Zander. Is it true? I don't think so. He can shapeshift though.
It can be true. "Verena, what is taking you so long?!" Impatiently, Vyle barges in at last. His face embraces annoyance. "Vyle... he just claimed he's Zander Gavril" Eyes wavering in disbelief, I inform. "Huh?" Vyle scowls. "Verena, have you gone insane? That's not Zander's face"
He disagrees. Pointing out the obvious fact. "Zander can shapeshift. He said he's from castle. What if he's Zander? Maybe he is still alive" My lips spread into a smile as the man sighs. "Verena, he could be spouting nonsense. If he was Zander, he would have recognized you well"
