He lay on the bed, staring up at the stone ceiling.
“How do you like your room?” Axel asked from the door of the cell.
“It’s quite nice,” Granger replied, turning his head with a smile. “Thank you.”
Axel smiled back with cold eyes.
“There seems to be a lot of bustling around today. Something big must be happening,” Granger said, sitting up and tilting his head as he spoke. “Is it a party?”
“Yes,” Axel nodded. “A celebration.”
“Oh? For anyone I know?”
“It’s yours,” Axel said. “Tonight is the full moon. We are preparing for your going away party.”
Granger clenched his jaw but kept his gaze focused on Axel.
“How sweet,” he said through gritted teeth. “And here I thought you didn’t care anymore.”
“I care, Granger,” Axel said, a coldness seeping into his tone. “I care quite a lot about what happens to you.”
“I’m touched,” Granger smiled.
Axel opened the door to the cell, stepping inside.
“You seem different now,” Granger said.
