“Haven’t you got it yet, little king? Mara’s mine. We have a connection so strong you could never even dream of. You are just an ordinary man, who’ll age and die,” Aaron’s petting me like a good dog, I feel the irritation rise up in me. But I keep it in check, guessing that Aaron has a plan, and I don’t shrug off his hand. “And we… we will be together for many years after your death. Our lives will become one and as they say in fairy tales, we’ll die on the same day. Together.”
“Agatha, are you sure you can trust him? Can you trust someone who raised you from the grave for heaps of gold and is now dragging you over the border, where I won’t be able to protect you anymore? Serat might just have promised him more gold.”
Damn him! Morok’s hand freezes on my hair.
But I banish these doubts, not allowing Daniel to mess with my head and undermine my trust to Aaron. He revealed his biggest secret to me. He told me that he was Morok.
“That’s enough,” Aaron cuts him off, taking his hand away himself. “Step aside, little king. Believe me, you don’t want to become my enemy.”