Chapter Three Hundred-Forty-Two – Do you like him?
They reached High Mountains and the first and second carriage stopped. Laurel and Zeldris got down and followed the second carriage inside High Mountains.
"Stay in." Laurel ordered Quincy. "I'm only going there to tell whoever replaced Sorren that he's unconscious because of a minor accident we had on the way."
Quincy looked around the place and could only catch the scent of lycans, before catching a whiff of werewolves.
"They wouldn't be mean to you, right?" Quincy asked.
Laurel paused and smiled, seeing as he addressed her like a little girl about to be bullied. "I can handle it."
That didn't sound right to Quincy, they still bothered her whether or not she could handle it. He jumped down the carriage and tied his hair in a bun behind him.
"I am coming too. Zeldris, you don't mind, right?"
