“Who are you glaring at? And where did you come from?” I asked Aston as he pulled a chair next to me and sat down.
His eyes turned to slits as he regarded me. “Who was that man?” He asked, not bothering to answer my question.
“What man?” I asked.
“Don’t act smart with me.” He banged his fist on the table hard enough to cause the crystal centerpiece to wobble, but it managed to stay upright. “The man who was coming here. Who is he? How do you know him?”
Woah? What crawled up his ass?
I shrugged. “I don’t know him. I’ve never seen him before in my life. You’re the one who knows people here, Master, not me.”
“Then why was he coming over to you? Why did he look at you as if you know each other?” He practically snarled.
I seriously had no idea why he was behaving this way. If he d
