Good People
“Geez, do you just love to get hurt or something, Micah?” Briar scolded, holding the broken shards of glass, covered in blood, in his hands while Micah rinsed his mouth out with water. “Of course not, Bradie.” The boy said, looking slightly insulted after he spat the bloodied water out into a bowl. “I didn’t do that on purpose.” “Right … and you expect me to believe that, don’t you?” He asked, raising his eyebrows at the boy as he threw the shards into the dustbin, letting out a sigh of annoyance. “Didn’t the servant tell you not to eat that bread?” “He did not tell me that directly,” Micah said, smiling at Briar before turning to the servant, who had a terrified look on his face the moment the two turned to him. “Speak, you have two seconds,” Briar said, walking to the servant whi
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