Chapter 118 The Mole

• “Me?” I looked from Drake, who had spoken to the others. They nodded. “What if I named them something odd? I mean, my name is Palt.”
• “And mine is Fyre,” Fyre countered. “Makes me wonder if my mum had a fight with a demon when she named me,” he grumbled, causing all of us to chuckle. I did so lightly so I wouldn't tear up the stitch in my stomach.
• I hadn't looked down there since that first day because of how disgusting it looked. Whoever the healer who operated on me was, she likely had a vendetta against me. Otherwise, she wouldn't have made such an ugly cut.