Lorcan
“Are you sure about this, Lorc?” Leif whispered as I took my position on the sofa, lying on my back with my feet dangling over the armrest. “Perhaps there is a good reason Typhon doesn’t remember his previous life. Normally, with these things, there is.”
“If this helps me to connect the puzzle pieces of this messed up realm, I have to know,” I answered, making my head comfortable on a lumpy cushion that felt like it was filled with potatoes. “And anyway, what do I have to worry about? You’re here to make sure nothing happens to us.”
Leif folded his arms over his chest and stood on guard behind the sofa, watching the witch with suspicious eyes.
‘Typhon. Last chance to back out of this.’
‘Nah, f*ck it. Let’s find out just what a legend I was,’ he chuckled.
The moment I close
