"hey."

you have no option not to turn around when you feel long and elegant fingers gently grabbing you by the sleeve of your dress. you're looking at a man with whom you once had a brief affair before Anastacius was pronounced dead. and now he's here in front of you, grinning and looking so sternly, as if he has the right to do so.

"that kid you came to the Alpheus last time.”

Anastacius looks at you attentively and steadily, studying the prey like predator.

“I know it’s mine.”