"Where is he? Where is that stupid fellow that I'm so unfortunate to call my son? I didn't kill him before but I will kill him today!"
"Calm your t**s down Ruarc, or you'll wake them up."
Ruarc eyed Sia who was comfortably sitting on the floor, drinking coffee. Ruarc wrinkled his nose. What had Sia said? Them? Crinka was here? Why? He wasn't ready to meet her yet and he wondered for a moment if she had found out.
In a calmer tone, Ruarc asked, "Where is Eloive?"
"You know," Sia began, eyeing his brother with disapproval. "Saying where my son is would be so much better. If you didn't want the boy so much you could have kept your wandering d**k where it belonged," he said with a rising intonation.
Ruarc wasn't sure if Sia was still referring to the six rings on his finger or himself.
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