Rex froze mid-sip, his eyes widening. "A kid?" He slowly turned toward Christian, voice dropping. "Wait—someone actually took a fancy to you? Or did you steal a kid from someone else?"
Smack!
Christian slapped Rex across the shoulder and shot him a glare sharp enough to cut steel. "I'm talking about Cypher."
"Oh…" Rex's expression immediately shifted, understanding dawning on his face. He leaned in closer and lowered his voice. "Right. That kind of kid. So… what happened?"
Christian rubbed his face tiredly, fingers dragging down his cheeks. "You know when I accidentally told him that Remillia became a mercenary?"
Rex's head snapped toward him. "Wait—you told him that?" His voice dropped to a sharp whisper. "That was supposed to stay between us and Whitney!"
