Benji paced restlessly around the veranda; he couldn't stop biting his nails, a bad habit stemming from being in an over-anxious state. The salty breeze of Island air touseled his blond hair, but it did a little to ease his nerves.
When his uncle had extended an olive branch to Van, he was initially surprised. His cold-blooded and intimating uncle offering assistance to his friend made Benji pause in his judgment.
He realised that Van's concealment was not related to their family or him. That revelation had flipped a switch in him, and without thinking, he jumped to take the chance to help Van, even though he did not know the whole story behind it. But if his uncle decided to get involved, it meant something.
In the past few months since his uncle had taken control of the family, he had found himself in awe of his uncanny knack for reading people's intentions. How many times he had escaped from his family's schemes by relying on his intuition?
