I shifted, my curiosity taking over my body. Why was he injured and wounded in the first place?

“Where do you live? Do you even have a family?”

“I don’t have a house. And no, I don’t have a family.” That was all he said—that was all his answer to my question.

“Please, just stay…” I begged. “If you don’t have a house, then maybe you could live in one of the rooms in our castle. We have a lot of empty rooms that you could use and occupy. I promise I won’t tell my mamita.”

“No, thanks.” Zarion’s throat bobbed. “That’s not a good idea.”

“Why not?” Before I...