"Hello Gaviria," Carl finally said, loudly laughing at the royals who were still in a trance. He confirmed their imaginations, and they certainly weren't sure of what they would do with that information. What were they supposed to do anyway?
He was Gaviria Bonachi, the man whose touch had been stolen when the falci attacked Alexei but did tit really make them that old?
Carl was trying to hide his shock and amusement, but he knew if Angelo couldn't strike a conversation, he would have to.
It wasn't like he wasn't a fanboy, but everyone was shamelessly staring at him; if he also stared at Gaviria, there was a chance he would jump him, and Darius would end up killing the warlock that had stood beside them through thick and thin, and they didn't want that.
Not ever.
"what?!"
"impossible!" someone from the whole mess exclaimed, but who was even who at this moment?
