After the earlier tussle, Xion was left alone in the cell. Someone came in briefly, dabbing medicine onto his bruised face with rough hands.
As for the slave who had vanished, no one pointed fingers at the little kid, barely conscious of his surroundings.
Xion lay curled in the corner, blinking slowly when the metal door creaked open.
A figure crouched beside him.
Even in the dim, musty cell, the man's yellow hair glowed so bright it made Xion squint.
He blinked blearily up into a pair of pale blue eyes. They reminded him of Raymond's. Both had the same shade of lighter blue, like the cloudless sky in the afternoon.
So... was this person good?
"Hello there, little one," the young man said gently. "My name is Soren Vaelis. I will be your big brother from now on."
Big brother?
That title brought a face to his mind.
His hazy mind couldn't recall how long, but he was sure he had waited a very, very long time for the pretty human to come.
But Darius never did.
