Et tu, Brute?

[Nox]

Cruz was mad at him? Why the fuck for? Nox had invested twice now in a place to practice his skills without hurting anyone and now it was all going down the fucking tubes again. And Cruz was talking about going back to Madrid. "Why would I tell you to go there? I can't help you there."

"But you are leaving me her with fucking father who you just said was ready to kill you."

Nox's wallet beeped in his pocked and he pulled it out in case it was important. Not that there was anything more important than getting the fuck out. He saw a message from Sage. WE NEED TO TALK.

Nox quickly typed up a response. He didn't want to talk to him, didn't want to talk to Aiden either. But he did wonder what his hacker friend wanted, and why he wanted to talk now of all times. MAKE IT QUICK CAUSE I GOT PACKING TO DO.

WHERE ARE YOU GOING? Came the reply just as quickly as he sent it.

Nox growled. "Fuck!" He looked up at Cruz who was waiting patiently and expectantly. "You want me to stay here?"

"No. I'll find someplace else to live. I have the means. I'm not tied to Daddy's coat strings as much as you might think I am."

"Only your grandfathers. But Cruz, do what you need to do I'll find my way." Nox turned back to his wallet and tapped out a response.

ANY WHERE BUT HERE.

DO NOT GO ANYWHERE. WE'LL BE RIGHT THERE.

Fuck! was the only thought as Nox found his way to his room to wait and pack but mostly be grumpy about having to wait.