Chapter 14 The Chase

• "A pet?" Cerys cocked an eyebrow in confusion. , "I do not seem to understand what you mean" she added.
• Cerys's throat felt parched, she wondered if the tea on the table was poisoned. Still, she was dehydrated, so she picked up a cup. Cerys could feel the man's eyes on her, watching her as she drank her tea nervously, the cold detachment on his face giving way to a contemplative expression. He takes a deep breath before he speaks, his voice measured and even.
• "A pet…meaning you would be my companion"