It took all of Luca's power to stop himself from laughing as he quickly clamped his mouth shut, but even that couldn't stop the snickers that escaped.
"I see you've met Jorash."
Taren's brows knitted into a furious thin line.
He stumped forward until there was nearly no space between them.
"You told me to find him! You told me to… to…"
Luca held the boy's shoulders as he watched him seethe in his own rage.
"There, there. I understand."
Truly, he did.
He didn't experience Jorash like Caedun or Taren over here, but he saw.
Seeing was believing they said.
"How are you so thin, though?"
Taren whipped Luca another enraged glare.
And for a moment, something snapped.
Luca reeled back in his thoughts.
'Wow… so scary.'
He dusted the invisible dust on Taren's shoulders and slowly lowered his hands.
"Hah, hah… no need for answers."
Taren sighed.
"I would have loved to punch you right now, but I don't think I can.
I'm so weak…"
He gulped.
