Chapter 161 Wasted Breath
- Sebastian knew Mardichi was only jesting about drinking in order to mask the pain he endured from discussing those he’d loved and lost.
- That’s fair. Sebastian thought. The sickening idea of what he’d be like if Elsabet was gone, was too awful for him to fully consider.
- “As soon as you’re healed…” Sebastian hesitated. “And after you’ve rebuilt the Driter’s Den.”