The journey was long and tiring.
Mortus groaned as he got off the foul animal. He rubbed his back and smoothed the painful marks left by the hell hound’s tale. The damn animal had swatted his back repeatedly as they made their journey. Mortus gave it a dark look because he believed it did it on purpose. They clearly didn’t like him.
The feeling is mutual, you filthy beast, Mortus thought as he watched it being taken to its cage.
“Let’s go inside,” Baur said, guiding him into his tiny house on the hill. Though the house was big, compared to the castle Luk lurked in, it was nothing but a tiny hovel. But Mortus wasn’t going to spit on the sanctuary Baur was offering him. He should be dead by now. His thought of Serna. He was probably dead by now. There was no way Luk was going to let hi
