"So they ran away because of him?" Delores's brows furrowed as she processed Ace's words. Only then did it click—Aztec had sensed Festus's presence monitoring the Dusk Dominion and immediately chosen to retreat, mistaking him for their reinforcement.
"Festus Norges…" Evil Eyes muttered, his expression tightening as he tried to recall. "I think I've heard that name somewhere before." His brows knitted together in deep concentration, making him look almost too adorable—if one could ignore the fact that a centuries-old soul lurked within that child's body. But that thought alone was enough to make anyone shudder in disgust.
"Wow, you guys got your asses handed to you." Ace snorted, shaking his head. His concern over Festus had already faded—his real worry now? The loot.
