A Demon’s Kiss
Suddenly, Oliver appears at the top of the stairs, doing stiff at the sight of us.
"Settle down. I was resting," he grumbles, although there's a wariness in my tone.
He wasn't resting, he was hiding. He knows what he has done, and he doesn't want to face the consequences. I doubt he even thought I had the confidence to come back here.
And he would be almost right about that.
"You can do plenty more resting soon, Oliver, when I break every bone in your body," Kastriv growls, rubbing his gloved hand together as Oliver finally makes it to ground level, keeping a healthy few steps back.