Baerron sat on his bed, grunting at each and every move he made. He stared at Teimerre through his pitch black eyes. What did he meant by innocence? But for now he needed to thank James and the Djin.
"Thank you to both of you, I don't know where I'll be if you, James, ran away and if you, Teimerre, looked over my case." He tried to stand, but he fell back, stars floating around his head.