As Garrick entered the alleyway, he frowned at the figure standing ahead. Kastor.
Tch.
Without sparing him another glance, he walked past.
"…Is he okay?"
Garrick stopped. He shut his eyes for a moment, then exhaled through his nose before turning.
"If by him you mean Zephyrion, I suggest you get off your ass and go ask him yourself." He jabbed a thumb toward the mansion behind him. "He's right fucking there."
Kastor remained silent, simply staring at him. Yet he made no move to leave.
"Typical." Garrick sneered. "You know, I still wonder if you were adopted. There's just no way that spineless streak came from our blood."
Silence answered him. Garrick shook his head and turned away.
"Ah, right."
He paused and glanced back over his shoulder.
