“Okay,” Oliver said, holding his chin up high. “If I’m not needed on the floor, I’d like to work on this in my room.” At least there he’d be able to work on the coat without the scrutiny of Lucas.
“Whatever,” Lucas said, shrugging. He didn’t even bother looking at Oliver when he spoke.
Oliver grabbed the trunk of materials and headed away from the workbench. As he walked away, Lucas laughed a horrible cackle.
“Good luck, boy. No one’s ever solved that. Not even Armando.”
Oliver felt his cheeks burn, but he didn’t let Lucas’s words dissuade him. If he could survive the torment of Chris, he could survive mocking from Lucas!
He stalked away with the box, went to his new room, and put the box upon the desk. Carefully, he looked through each material contained inside. The black matte fabri
