“Leave my friend, you psychopath! He has nothing to do with you or this good for nothing town of yours. Shame on you, Vasishta! What kind of witch are you? Exploiting guests for momentarily pleasure! That’s just gross and unacceptable! Is that what you have been taught? Is that how you people treat royal guests under whose shed the realm prospers? Attack innocent wizards just because you cannot take honest criticism? Tsk! Tsk! Immature! Very immature, throwing tantrums like a toddler!” Sebastian sneered through gritted teeth, tucking me towards him with a slight jerk.
His voice drip of disgust and mockery as an evil glint danced in his Kaleidoscopic orbs with a mixture of evidentiary fury. As his childhood friend, I could effortlessly catch the drift of underlying thirst in each of his s
