Devon gulped. He found his hands shaking continuously from the moment his brother looked at him like he is trash.
Darell quickly turned around and grabbed a big red-colored branch in between his hands. With minimal force, he applied on the brank, it fell down.
"Your lousy Trait would not work against me, Brandon. I have been telling for a long time, get something better than this."
Darell looked at the troubled Brandon. Brandon broke a big bead of sweat. He knew his attack would not get Darell but he never thought his trap would be found out so easily.
'When did that even happen?' Devon glanced at Brandon with an open mouth, full of surprise.
Brandon's intention behind the trap was to secure his and Devon's safety to the point where they could run away safely.
"Let us go, Devon," Brandon turned around again. Stanley was standing in front of them again.
"You can not go away unless my lord says so," And he stopped them again.
