Derek
*Yousef*
“My lord, what are you doing out here?” Hector asked. He lifted his eyebrows curiously.
“Nothing. I just need some quiet time,” I replied.
“Spare me that. I know you would not be here if there wasn't something on your mind,” he interrupted. “I hate seeing you this way, so tell me what it is. Maybe I can help.”
“Hector, believe me, this is not something you can help with.”
“Of course I can,” he sounded persuasive. “I was made an elder for this kind of reason so what use will I be if I don't tend to your needs,” he replied and seeing he persisted, I exhaled sharply.
“I want to know about a lady named Isabella Baxter. Who exactly is she?” I asked. I noticed the same reaction I saw on Beatrice's display on his face. I don't understand why they were both mad each time I me
