"Youngest, any ideas?"
As Asher was lost in his thoughts, Wuthenya's voice snapped him out of them. His purple eyes shifted towards her, meeting her green ones as he replied.
"I'm the youngest one here, how does the responsibility of coming up with ideas fall on me?" He asked, as he had nothing to suggest.
Wuthenya smirked as she replied, "As the eldest sibling here, I command you to come up with an idea," a smile resting on her face.
Hearing her words, Asher couldn't help but roll his eyes. 'Eldest sibling, command my ass,' he thought to himself, not daring to say it out loud. After all, beneath Wuthenya's shirt and on her waist were various daggers. Who knew if she was going to stab him with one playfully?
As though reading Asher's thoughts, Wuthenya took out a dagger from her waist. Placing it on her finger, she spun it playfully as she gazed at Asher with a calm and innocent expression.
