[October 16. Sunday. 23:10]
After a few seconds of staring at each other, Arthur sighed in exhaustion and picked up his phone. “What do you want?” He asked, maintaining eye contact with Kael. “Can’t you enter the bar yourself? What, are you still ten years old? Still need to hold my hand?” he spat.
Kael grimaced, thinking he was too harsh in his speech. He remembered that Arthur had already spoken to him like that once; he can still remember how terrified he was, and couldn’t imagine if he spoke to him like that every single time. He felt sorry for Inka.
He was confused whether to hate her for the deeds that she committed towards Arthur—ones that were on par with his blunders. She was no different than Arthur, then. But what caused her to be like that? He wondered and wondered until tim
