The young master Rafael, who had only just returned to the capital city, felt his lips twitching.
"It was indeed my fault, and I will pay for it, but," he glanced at the tall man with an inquisitive look, "shouldn't you at least ask me if I'm doing alright? After all, it was Severine who hit me."
"From what I gathered, it was your fault."
"It was," Andrei sighed. "I have already apologized to her. I was in a hurry, and then the rain happened."
Killian nodded, as if agreeing with him.
"Do you know what else can happen? You can get hit by another car in another rain, and you might not make it out alive next time."
Andrei's cheek muscle twitched. Sure enough, anyone with 'King' in their name is a lunatic.
"I meant no harm to Severine, if that's what you are worried about."
"But your sister does," Killian said, leaning back and casually bringing up old scores. "Maybe it would be her turn to rush into the rain and get hit by a car?"
