CHAPTER 18 : ROLL IN THE SHEETS

LALEH’s POV

I woke up to Tristan tossing and turning next to me. I could sense his anger and frustration, and I knew exactly what was bothering him.

I tried to feign concern and when I asked him what was wrong, he just snapped at me, telling me to mind my own business.

The idiot didn't need to tell me. I knew what was going on.

Neither him nor his nincompoop warriors had been able to find Zander. They had been searching for three days now and not a single one of them had come up with a reasonable lead.

For all we knew, Zander might be on the other side of the country, running amuck with his merry band of wildlings.

Alive. Zander was alive. I couldn't believe it. I had failed, or more like that incompetent simpleton, Timothy had failed. Thank the goddess Tristan had killed him without giving him his reward. Good riddance.

I had been quick to cross his name off the least without waiting to verify the news that Zander was dead.

I'm losing steam, losing time and as if that isn't enough,