"Where the hell is Devon?"
"Who?" Ambrose acted confused, folding his arms in front of his chest. "Also, for someone who insisted I stay away from him, you sure do visit a lot."
That made Han stop cold in his tracks. He swerved back to Ambrose whose lips curved into a smile. "I mean, did I lie? You've come here two times already today. I'm beginning to wonder if—"
In the blink of an eye, Han closed the distance until their faces were inches apart. His minted breath was harsh on his face. "Don't play the fool with me, Rory."
As this was going on, Devon and Orion stayed hidden inside the latter's room. The Esper scanned the room with furrowed brows.
It didn't look like a space meant for a five-year-old at all. Instead, it felt like Ambrose just decided to give the room to the kid at the last minute.
Now that sounded accurate.
"Who's the person my Daddy is arguing with?" Orion tapped him as they squatted close to the closet.
