After listening to Cael's account of his hunt, Father stood up from his seat. He walked to the small oak cupboard on the wall of his office, pulled a bottle of brandy out of it, poured himself two fingers, drank it in one gulp, and only then spoke.
Almost calmly. Almost.
"I knew it. I knew it, Cael!" He put the glass on the table with a loud clang. "Of course you would go somewhere dangerous, and of course you would find trouble. More of it than I can imagine."
Cael folded his hands on his chest. "I knew you would say this, Father."
Gianni met his glare with his own. "And now you are being a petulant child, Cael. Put yourself in my place! I have to go through two days of worrying for your life in a span of a second."
"But I'm fine now, Father. What's there to worry about?"
