Nolan's ears burned a vivid red as he dragged the mop across the shop's wooden floors, the rhythmic swish-swish doing nothing to soothe his irritation.
Every so often, he shot a glare at the two figures observing him from behind the shelves—his brother, disguised in his human form, and the insufferable blue bird, Kai, perched smugly on his shoulder. That damn bird was clearly enjoying his suffering.
Damn, it still hurts the same, Nolan grumbled inwardly, resisting the urge to rub his throbbing ears.
His brother had twisted them. Twisted! Like he was still some misbehaving child instead of a grown moon elf prince (even if he had technically run away from home).
And why?
Because he'd been caught.
