Fabian let out a sigh. "Very well," he relented. "You are free to go hunting for the scent as you wish, Milord, but please understand that I won't come running when you call."
Azel tilted his head to the side. "Come now, Fabian," he urged. "It won't take long."
"The castle does not belong to us, Milord, and the Duke's guests are not ours to investigate. I suggest we stay put."
"You're just being lazy."
"Yes."
Azel kept silent for a moment before he let out a resigned sigh. "Fine, but the next time I catch this scent, you and I are going after it."
"Why not?" His aide reluctantly agreed, holding one of the doors open for him. "But for now, I believe we should rest in proper beds."
Azel huffed and walked past him into the room. But before Fabian could follow, his eyes wandered to an antique cupboard a few paces down the hall, where he spotted a pair of bright blue eyes staring back at him.
