Future

Urter’s body shook with pain, and his forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat. His wounded hand could barely move, and the hand that was applying pressure was shaking. What was even more surprising was that Urter could still control himself. If it was a common man, he would be screaming in agony. "Why?" he asked through clenched teeth.

"Do you really want me to tell you why?" Anfey asked, frowning.

Urter took a deep breath and stared at the wound on his hand.

"You showed up as soon as we did. Then that Shamash guy showed up almost as soon as you did. Don’t you think it’s a little suspicious?" Anfey asked. "Also, tell me. What did you mean by 'dog owner’?" Even though he wasn’t sure how Urter did it, Anfey was certain that there was a grudge between Urter and Shamash. Urter was trying to show Shamash that he had support from Anfey; or else Shamash would not have said what he said when he came into the room.