The table was laden with a feast of various sweets, yet only one person was munching through everything like a king. Despite the sugary spread, Slater's face was as sour as an unripened tamarind.
"That bas—"
"Slater!"
Slater flinched when he heard Atlas's voice ring out in the dining room. Turning his head toward the entrance, he arched a brow and watched his eldest brother storm straight toward him. He leaned back when Atlas stood very close, grabbing his arm and inspecting it closely.
Atlas checked Slater's wrists and arms for any injuries or wounds, taking hold of his other arm to check as well. Given the severity of the accident, Slater should have had a bruise or some injury. But there was none.
"Uh… First Brother?" Slater asked, his voice filled with confusion. "What are you doing?"
Atlas snapped his eyes at Slater, drawing his lips into a thin line. "Where have you been?"
"Huh?"
"Where have you been?"
