'' mercenary ? '' said tristan . the registrar looked at him with complete disbelief . '' you do not know your own occupation ? '' he asked . '' i am just not sure how to boil it down into a one word answer , '' he replied . '' home ? '' '' rune 's ford on the border of the wilds , '' said tristan

but as his lips were about to touch hers , his warm breath fanning her face , sending shivers over her already confused body , an alarm bell rang inside her head , jerking her back from him . lucien frowned , trying to urge her closer , only for her to push his hand off and step back into the safety of her bedroom . '' there is no you and i , lucien

paul lifted harold to his feet and steered him to the back exit . it was a fifteen-minute walk to harold 's residence . he stumbled often and needed to rest slumped on the cold cobbles . during this walk harold unwittingly told paul more details of the amulet and its strange healing properties . he mentioned the pact he had formed with the soul collector to protect the amulet

the corridor seemed to go on and on , with the smell of decomposing flesh growing increasingly odious until , abruptly , the corridor opened into a cavernous room that looked like something out of an old horror flick . alex swept his flashlight back and forth , revealing a dozen small animal cages along one wall , and six larger cells on the other . they found the source of the horrible smell lying on its stomach a foot or so from the last
cage