***
Trust Emilio to meddle in matters that didn’t concern him.
Nero withdrew into his cloak, setting his nastiest glare on his brother. The latter, full of nothing but contempt, folded his arms in front of him.
“Why are you here?” Nero asked.
“I could ask you the same question,” Emilio replied. “Father has been curious these past few days. You seem to be missing almost everyday. What is wrong with you?”
“Tell father that if he wishes to see me, then he can come by himself without having to send his errand boy,” Nero snapped.
“You fool!” Emilio snarled. “You think so highly of yourself, don’t you? Climbing into the room of the warden’s daughters will do you no good. What could you possibly want up there? Are you trying to get yourself killed? Do you want to destroy what little is
