Seeing as he was ignored, Dario silently cleared his throat and chose to shut up. He was starting to understand more about who his young master was.
Atticus didn't bother to answer Dario, but his thoughts were occupied by something else. He was a little surprised that, among all the people he had met until now, he hadn't encountered a single one with ill intent or even jealousy. They had all been respectful so far.
He was so used to being hated or messed with that he felt slightly awkward.
"Um," a voice interrupted his thoughts.
Atticus sighed. 'Did I just jinx it?'
He turned backward and fixed his gaze on one of the crew members.
"Do you have anything to say to me?" Atticus's voice sounded calm and young, but the gazes of those present couldn't help but narrow.
He was the grandson of Magnus and at the same time the heir, so showing him respect was normal. But why were they all feeling compelled to obey him?
