When one of Zayden's knights asked how he would keep an eye on James, Ren looked at the general, waiting for his answer.
"Of course," Zayden turned towards Ren.
The young servant narrowed his eyes in confusion, wondering why Zayden turned his way.
"My attendant will keep an eye on James."
Ren's jaw dropped slightly. How could he even suggest that?
Having killed Cael, he already felt guilty—and he hadn't even recovered properly from the last expedition where alpha pheromones suffocated his lungs. Now, his master assigned him another task—to deal with a traitor.
"You wouldn't refuse if I offered you another five hundred shirings, would you?" Zayden grinned, his eyes glimmering with amusement. He had found a perfect solution to keep Eiran away from this man—assigning him a task that would require more energy than handling a child dragon—constantly analyzing James' movements.
Ren exhaled before shaking his head.
