Killian walked down the grand arched staircase leading to the second living room.
Even from this distance, he could hear the voices overlapping.
"Sister, what have you thought about his future?" Yulia twirled the curled lock of her brown hair with one hand, while her other rested on Natalia's shoulder. "I am telling you, if you don't put any pressure on him, he might stay like this forever."
Killian's footsteps halted near the open door. That was his aunt Yulia's voice, always stirring up trouble for him.
Sure enough, his cousin and mother quickly chimed in.
"Yes, Auntie. Brother is too focused on his work. He won't even come play with us."
"I know, Jeremy." Natalia, Killian's mother, sighed softly. She had the same brown hair as her sister.
But her irises were bright red as the most exquisite rubies.
