Lord Edgar walked across the room feeling the old walls with his fingertips. “It’s been long since I last visited this villa, I’m amused to see you making use of it again,” He said while Eric’s angry gaze followed him.
“You should be, for I am not making use of it the way you did,” Eric taunted and grabbed his attention.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Lord Edgar smiled.
“Words don’t affect you, do they?” Eric remarked.
“And so don’t emotions,” Lord Edgar added.
“So it’s true then, the eldest son of Lord Stefan was flamboyant in every sense,” Eric said and irked him.
“What do you mean?” Lord Edgar frowned.
“I mean I wouldn’t be surprised if you knew every Harlot in town,” Eric stated and enraged his father.
“How dare you utter my name with an expression as vulgar as that?” Lord
