Sweet Jaron.
Alaric's eyes gleamed in the dark.
Lucius tilted his head. "Where do you think he is?"
Alaric answered without hesitation.
"Caged. Just waiting for us."
And then they found him.
Jaron did not look as weak as they had expected.
For someone who had been locked away, he had clearly been feeding well. His skin was still taut with strength, his eyes sharp, and his posture far from broken.
Lucius and Alaric exchanged an amused glance before laughing under their breath.
Jaron, already alert, snapped his head up at the sound. His sharp gaze darted around the darkened dungeon. "Who's there?" he demanded.
Alaric leaned lazily against the bars. "Did you find the men?"
Jaron's lips parted in confusion. "What men?"
Lucius smirked. "Wow, Jaron, you still have plans?"
Alaric let out a dramatic sigh. "You never learn."
