Nabis wriggled around. He was as thirsty. And hungry. And he wanted to lay down in a bed.
“They have you tied up well, mon ami.”
Nabis didn't even look up, scoffing.
“Baptiste,” He spat at the man's feet.
Baptiste simply grinned, chuckling lowly.
“Where's your little sidekick?”
“Does it matter? I came to help, but it seems you don't want to see me.”
Nabis' sneered. “That is because you are a backstabbing son of a b***h, Baptiste. Or let me guess, it's all part of your divine plan? Because you're all knowing?”
Baptiste eyed the wall with a smile.
“So bitter, mon ami.”
“Don't,” Nabis spat. “You don't know what a friend is. You're just as crazy as he was.”
“What happened to humble artist I met so many years ago.”
Nabis' met his eyes for the first time. “He was betrayed. His house
