Aiden placed the axe behind his back in an effort to hide it from Damien's eyes. "Lord Hawthorne."
"I have already noticed the axe. Do you not recall the last time you had one in your hand, and why I forbade you from using them? Silas almost lost his hand," Damien said, stepping closer and reaching to take the axe from Aiden. "I would not like it slipping out of your grasp and flying towards the windows."
"I have been careful, and I must admit that what happened to Silas wasn't an accident. I was aiming for him because he would not shut up," Aiden confessed, holding back his laughter. "I always regret not connecting with his hand. He would have deserved it."
"So you have been destroying my home with your awful axe skills on purpose all this time? Is this much wood truly needed?" Damien asked, his eyes narrowing as he glanced at the towering pile.
