Just then, Damien waved at Oliver. “Come here for a sec.”
Oliver stood up nervously, like he was marching to his doom. “Dad, I think Damien’s got a point. Maybe you should listen to him?”
“Oh, so now my opinion doesn’t matter?” Daniel shot back with a cold snort.
Oliver forced a weak smile, unsure how the talk between Damien and his dad had gone. “It’s not that, Dad. I really want to attend that music school in Heliovard. Damien’s already made all the arrangements. Wouldn’t it be terrible if I just bailed?”
“Hmph. You’ve always been good at smooth-talking,” Daniel grumbled. Truth was, Damien had already convinced him, but he still had his reservations.
Still, Damien was right—Oliver’s a young man. He should get out there, see the world for himself.
Oliver snuck a glance
