"B-Bro! Bro!! I don't wanna go! I don't wanna go away!" Asher cried, grabbing Storm's sleeve tightly. His voice was shaky but his teary eyes made everything painfully clear.
Storm didn't respond at first. He stared ahead, jaw clenched. Then he said in a low voice, "We have to."
His tone grew colder, sharper with every word.
"Dad found out we're here," he muttered. "If he knows… if he really knows…"
His face darkened. The warmth drained from his features like a dying flame.
Asher's lips trembled, then he pouted and looked down. "O-Okay… okay…" he mumbled. Then, with a frustrated huff, he added, "He is too stupid! He give fake girl spot!"
Storm blinked, caught off guard.
"You mean… he gave the fake girl place?" he asked slowly.
Asher nodded fiercely. "Yes!! Stupid, stupid! She not real blood! She not me like scamming scamming!!" His voice cracked, half angry, half heartbroken.
