" What sort of cryptic bulls*t is that, Arakas, your spending too much time with the fates. Get back here and explain what the f*ck you mean, instead of speaking in riddles " Adam starts shouting at the ceiling like a mad man. " He won't come back, you know he won't," my father laughs. Adam sticks his two middle fingers up in no direction in particular and in his hand turns up a glass with the same brown liquid as the one they called Arakas had. There was a post-it note stuck to the glass. " You seemed stressed. Trying having a drink ", Adam read it, snatching it off of the glass.
He huffs and downs the liquid" There asshole" he mutters, the glass disappears out of his hand. " Being mated hasn't made him less of an arrogant prick ", Adam says, looking at my father. "It must be a demon th
