"Xanthus..."
But No, the latter wouldn't have it. He was hoping for more, yearning for more. He had heard enough from the eavesdropping earlier and now was no time to fight over whether this had to be consumed or not. No latter thoughts of regret or punishment over it. This was the only possible option left.
"Look, he will be depressed if you don't drink this! he brought it from somewhere, near your lanes, and now you are saying, you can't!"
The way he exclaimed again while turning now and then to the boy who had stood there, motionless watching the scene with eyes, which held meaning. Deep meaning, that made it hard for even Xeron to understand.
"Helen, where exactly did you get this from?"
"If he asks where it is from?', the younger choked, feeling as if the excitement lurking behin
