"Feeling any better?" Lance climbed into Tamara's carriage, food in hand.
Once a stranger, twice familiar—Tamara didn't react much to Lance's presence, lazing about in a half-reclined position. She glanced at the approaching Lance but showed no intention of holding her tongue.
"Make your wolf go away. You don't care that the Wizard's woman ran off, but you let *it* insist on loitering around me."
"The front yard used to be Wang Cai's territory. Now that you've taken his spot, it's normal for him to keep an eye on you," Lance remarked, examining Tamara. "Seems like you've recovered quite well."
That was true. He could sense she definitely still had some good tricks up her sleeve; otherwise, she couldn't have recovered so quickly.
These Transcendents always had their methods well-hidden and never shared their secrets. Lance couldn't be bothered to pry. Instead, he placed the food before her and began to ask his questions.
"Do you know about ghouls?"
