Draco.
“What’s this about?” Alfos thundered, shoving through the garden. He fell into step beside Draco, who merely grinned at him.
They moved through the walkway, bouncing up the stairs as people bowed to Draco as they passed. It was almost sunset, the sky crested with the mixed hue of the sun.
“Ah, just another means to acknowledge the fact that Titanus is doing well training the new recruits,” Draco gruffly mumbled, giving Alfos a sideways glance. He intentionally didn’t want to cut to the chase and tell Alfos why he’d summoned him.
However, the male scoffed. The fringes of his long dark hair flailed into the air as it whooshed past them. Alfos had his hands knotted at his back. He flicked Draco a look and uttered.
“I know this isn’t why you called me, Dracolian.”
The lord halted
