At Wind Winders Pack.
"Dad, what is this? What was Zoe doing in my room so early in the morning?" Curtis questioned, a second after he rushed into the dining room where his parents were having breakfast.
He had slept in obviously, but he didn't care. Yesterday's training had been rigorous after all. He darted his eyes between his mother and father; his mother's widened eyes told him that she had no idea what he was talking about; quite expected since this turn of event hadn't been part of their plans. Hence, he trained his eyes on his father; the old man just continued eating his breakfast like he hadn't spoken.
