Everything about his plan needed to be reevaluated. Saving Zes wouldn't be possible if the guy didn't want to be saved, and if he couldn't be saved then Lucien could still use him. At least I can say I tried to make things better, and I did help. He admitted it. He's just too much of a chicken to trust me. Shaking his head and sighing heavily, Denver slowly got up from the floor. “Like he ever had a reason to trust me.” He'd never been nice to Zes — ever. He wasn't sure he wanted to be nice either, but how could he put blame on Zes? It's a good thing I have a backup plan for getting rid of Lucien and freeing Cheyenne from his spell. I don't need Zes. He was just my charity case. Once he was back up the stairs, and the gazebo was returned to normal, he took a moment to stand in its center to absorb the quiet. The echoes of stone scraping against stone faded. All that remained was his breathing and the winter wind blowing against the windows.
