The streets of Varenthia stretched ahead, winding and unpredictable, much like the situation Caius found himself in.
He walked with measured steps beside the black-haired bastard, his nerves coiled tight. His mind was a battlefield of conflicting thoughts.
'What the hell am I doing? This guy is strong. Crazy, too. Is it really a good idea to take him to Kael Draven?'
His instincts screamed no. Draven wasn't the kind of man who appreciated surprises, and bringing this lunatic to him felt like walking a rabid beast straight into the heart of a den of wolves.
'But at the same time… can I really stop him?'
That was the real question, wasn't it? If Caius refused, what would happen? He had seen what this man was capable of. One way or another, he would find Draven.
Was there any need for Caius to risk his life trying to stop the inevitable?
He exhaled slowly.
'Yeah, yeah… Let's just put my faith in him. If he wanted me dead, he would've done it already.'
