Darian wondered what he should say to Noel. The words dried in his throat. He stretched his hand over to Noel and finally found his voice, “Give me that now.”
Noel smirked, “Why?”
“Because that stuff is not yours. It is mine,” Darian said as he took a step closer.
Noel went back a step, “I do not want to do that.”
Darian’s voice became firmer, “I said give it back!”
Noel was surprisingly calm, “I think there is something about this item. A flower-shaped wind entered from the window and sought this out from your stuff. It put the scroll into my hand.”
Darian’s breathing became labored. What the hell was Noel talking about? “You must be hallucinating. Give that scroll to me right now.”
Noel stepped backward and hurried behind a bed. “Chill, let me check what is in this scroll first.”
