[October 16. Sunday. 22:47]
“I see.” Arcane walked languidly up the stairs, with his fingers trailing up on the railing. “So I was right . . .” he muttered to himself before covering his mouth and caressing his cheeks as if sinking into deep thought. He paused, and then shook his head. “Oh Lord.” He sighed before looking straight at Arthur, he picked up pace and swiftly sat on the empty chair that was Joaquin’s.
Kael felt cold sweat roll down his back as if ice rained down on him, searing in contact with his skin. It burned, yet it was cold. He felt nauseous as he pushed away Arthur’s hand that rested between his thighs. “It’s not—”
“It is, actually.” Arcane nodded to himself and crossed his arms before him. “Don’t lie to me. I’ve already figured this was the case. After . . .” he pause
