Capítulo 75: Rowan Has Lost His Mind

Kyros rushed up to his feet when Rowan stepped into the room. 

"What is going on?"

He had been locked in here - in this room that had been called his for a while now- with the guard that had pulled him out of the Judgement Hall, and he still couldn't figure out what was happening. 

"I ensured that you wouldn't die tonight." Rowan's husky voice sounded strained, there was a smear of blood on his blue shirt that had lost a couple of buttons, probably during the fight. A sword hung loosely in his hand too, and his grip tightened around its hilt as he sheath, by his waist. 

His gaze raked over Kyros. 

He was fine, although he still had the cloth he had worn this morning on him. 

It stunk of the dungeon.

Anyway, he was fine and that was all that mattered. Now he had to find a way to make them part ways for good, so he could focus on his mission.