Navian tilted his head to look at Willow and his silver eyes narrowed at her. "Okay, okay… looks like someone's been playing both sides."
Willow swallowed hard, her throat tight. She couldn't even tell if he was angry or not, but she still wanted to clear her name. She parted her lips. "I..."
"There's no rule against having two masters," Ezrik drawled from above, cutting her off.
Willow nearly snapped her head toward him to scream, but forced herself to hold back.
"Did you agree to be his fodder?" Navian asked calmly, though his cold eyes hardened.
Willow's stomach dropped. Yes. He was definitely angry and somehow, she felt uncomfortable about him getting angry at her.
She glared at Ezrik but seeing the cocky smirk she had on, she could tell he was having too much fun with this so instead she turned back to Navian.
"There was no such agreement between us."
On hearing her words, Ezrik's cocky smirk deepened and he leaned away from the railing while feigning anger.
