Seven Devils
"I'll be sure to let him know… Drew."
The blonde quickly jumped to his feet. "Coming, Clay! Excuse us."
With confused expressions adoring both the Ford descendants' features, Drew and Clay made their way to the door. Halfway there, however, Clay’s legs came to a halt.
"Clay?"
Lavender flowers slumped and on the verge of decay, bent forward to accept Clay's caress. The vase it was captured in, covered with dust—neglect settling on the otherwise beautiful object.
"Ah, did you forget something, future Mr. Ares?"