02-08-2019, 05:18 PM
It didn't surprise him one bit that his father had taken sided with a criminal organization. He was pretty much already doing that with the Atharim. Yet Cruz didn't feel as angry at Nox. He thought about that while he listened to his friend rant. But stealing the weapon used against him, to boil him alive, to kill him, to subdue him. And give it to the enemy? An enemy, maybe not the enemy. Cruz was angry. Who the fuck did his father thing he was?
But Nox was leaving him. Leaving him to fend for himself against the Atharim, against his father. "So you are going to leave me here? Alone?"
Nox stopped collecting his gear long enough to look at him with big sad brown eyes. "I don't want to. But I'm not staying here to let Dorian use me more."
Cruz growled. "So stay here and don't care what my father does. I need your help. Aiden needs your help. What about us?"
Nox sighed. "It's not like we can't meet someplace else to train, Cruz. Your father gave the bad guys something than can kill us. My suggestion - get as far as fuck as you can from your father before he turns on you too."
Cruz stared at his friend. He'd come here to be near his father. To get away from the constant barrage that was his grandfather, but Jivana was brancing out because of his move. He wanted to stay in Moscow. Life happened here. He'd met a girl, and friends and things he'd never had before. Where would he go? "I could ask my grandfather for my inheritence. Find a nice place, but don't suggest I go back to Madrid."
But Nox was leaving him. Leaving him to fend for himself against the Atharim, against his father. "So you are going to leave me here? Alone?"
Nox stopped collecting his gear long enough to look at him with big sad brown eyes. "I don't want to. But I'm not staying here to let Dorian use me more."
Cruz growled. "So stay here and don't care what my father does. I need your help. Aiden needs your help. What about us?"
Nox sighed. "It's not like we can't meet someplace else to train, Cruz. Your father gave the bad guys something than can kill us. My suggestion - get as far as fuck as you can from your father before he turns on you too."
Cruz stared at his friend. He'd come here to be near his father. To get away from the constant barrage that was his grandfather, but Jivana was brancing out because of his move. He wanted to stay in Moscow. Life happened here. He'd met a girl, and friends and things he'd never had before. Where would he go? "I could ask my grandfather for my inheritence. Find a nice place, but don't suggest I go back to Madrid."