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“Yes.” Sir Scary answered tensely. Alessio bit his lower lip. Don’t say it don’t say it don’t say it Nithel would not want you to say it…

“Were you the…last person on the face of the earth when you proposed to her?” He asked…coughed, rubbed his jaw and instantly tried to “cover up” for saying that by blurting out questions to Arsene.

It thundered.

Aaaand then started pouring rain.

Alessio sighed theatrically. It wasn’t enough for me to be handcuffed to my would-be murderer, nooo now I have to be drowned before I get murdered!!

Thwank!

Alessio flinched as a…bow???? landed right in front of him???? His bow! He instantly snatched them, shielding the objects with his body as he glanced up at Sir Scary. The man would have to pry his bow from his cold dead corpse, it was a gift from his brother, it and his knife. That’s the only thing he has left of his brother right now.

“Soo…is there a…cave or something out of the rain anywhere around here…?” Alessio asked in a small voice.