Renar smirked in triumph as Lethia chose to stay with him. Without a word, Zeran strode toward the elevator, his steps sharp, his fists clenched.
Just as the doors were about to shut, he stopped them and said,
"Ah, you both better pay me back soon for the tax penalty on the flying car. I'll be collecting it soon." He smirked as the elevator doors slid shut.
Lethia, hearing that she apparently owed something she never even used, threw Renar a questioning look.
"It happened when you got stabbed. I had to make a quick decision. You don't need to worry about it," Renar reassured her, settling into the chair beside her.
"Hmm… No… You both need to worry when Zeran says he'll be collecting a debt," Caelum chimed in casually, spearing a juicy grilled scallop and popping it into his mouth.
"Should I?" Lethia asked, blowing on her soup before taking a sip. "Is he really your uncle? He looks young… and kind of different from you both."
