"I told you not to cross my path," August said, his tone dripping with cold annoyance as Sylvian tried to brush past him toward the waiting carriage parked just outside the entrance.
Sylvian stopped mid-stride. Turning around slowly, he kept his expression entirely neutral, refusing to match his half-brother's hostility. "This is not the only corridor in the residence, August. I am in a hurry to leave, so let us please avoid an unnecessary argument."
"Instead of offering a proper apology, you stand there and lecture me," August pronounced, his irritation flaring as he took a confrontational step closer.
"Fine. I apologize. Does that satisfy you?" Sylvian shook his head in utter exasperation. Turning his back on August, he stepped up into the enclosure of the waiting vehicle.
He had been looking forward to spending his morning at a local art gallery, but this bitter encounter had completely soured his mood.
