Astor was staring at his brother while he talked with Edwin. He knew it would take some convincing but the childish tantrum that played over in front of him was too much of a surprise to him.
Zeth was still laid in bed, half covered by his childhood sheets while his hands were in fists on his sides, his face red with rage, a vein popping in the middle of his forehead.
"I will not accept!" He screamed, too tired to stand up from the poison that was pulsing through his veins a few hours ago. He shot a deadly stare at Astor, eyes filled with hatred and his brother smiled in a fake manner. "It's you, you did this!"
"I indeed shot you but I didn't really want to come to an agreement, I proposed it but I really really would like it if you had died, things would have been much easier that way."
