A Simple Bet
"Alright, I'm not someone who likes to make things difficult for others."
Seeing Black Ghost's firm attitude, Julian D'Aurelius let out a soft sigh.
There was no frustration on his face, only mild amusement.
The moonlight bathed the quiet courtyard in silver, while the cool night breeze carried away the lingering scent of dust and blood from the earlier battle. The atmosphere had finally settled, yet the tension between the two men remained.
Julian slowly stood up and glanced around the courtyard.
His golden eyes soon landed on several small stones scattered across the ground.
A playful smile appeared on his face.
He bent down, picked up a few small stones from the ground, and clenched them tightly in his hand.
Everyone nearby watched him with puzzled expressions.
Even Amara Ravenswood tilted her head curiously.
What was he planning this time?
Julian looked back at Black Ghost and smiled.
