Dican narrowed his golden eyes, studying the boy before him.
He hadn't meant to hear it. It was a stray murmur, barely above a breath, but with his Farian senses, it rang out loud and clear.
"He's mine…"
That simple, strange sentence had set something off inside him. it made him quite vigilant.
Why would a human boy, barely known to him, trail him all the way into this ruined city—walking beside him, panting and tired, eyes flicking up toward him every now and then as if trying to catch his gaze?
They had only met once. At a construction site. Dican hadn't even remembered the boy's name until now.
But the trust the boy gave him… It was too generous. Too convenient.
Or maybe, he thought grimly, he has a purpose in following me.
He took a slow, heavy step toward the human.
The boy—Bian—flinched. His shoulders jerked up slightly as he stepped back, his back bumping gently against the rusted shell of a collapsed wall.
