CHAPTER 125
"Help me how?"
A subtle, knowing smile caressed Ray's face as a singular thought settled firmly in his mind.
"Be mine."
"...."
"I beg your pardon?" Chloe uttered, standing up abruptly with a look of sheer bewilderment plastered across her features.
Tak. Tak. Crunch.
Ray took a few deliberate steps forward, the dry leaves snapping under his boots, and then he let out a sharp, self-deprecating exhale.
"Perhaps I worded that incorrectly," he muttered, reaching up to scratch his hair awkwardly.
"What I intended to say was; be my... ally? No, an acquaintance, or something of that nature. My apologies, I simply cannot seem to find the precise term for what I'm proposing."
"Forget about the semantics," Chloe said, her black eyes boring into his.
"How exactly can you help me overcome this perceived weakness so that I actually matter in the coming war?"
"It isn't me, specifically. But Kai Larson can assist you. You remember him, don't you?"
