"I need to help him first," I stated, looking out of the window again at Alpha Eric.
"Help who?" she asked, joining me at the window.
"Alpha Eric," I stated.
"He doesn't deserve help," she said. "He is as bad as you-know-who."
"How do you know?" I asked, moving away from the window.
"I've heard stories," she said dismissively. "Besides, the stories say he has sold many to the enchanting world."
"And that makes him as bad as you-know-who?" I snorted in disbelief.
"Enough of someone you can't help in any case," she stated, as if there were more important matters to discuss. "What is the plan of action once Khimar is dead? What are you going to do with thirteen women carrying your kids?"
"We will worry about that when the time comes. We need to figure out what we are going to do with nineteen groups of Cindys."
