“Does your father know?” Dain murmurs to Aaric. “It’s none of his business,” he replies, stepping up to the parapet and rolling his shoulders. “I’m twenty.” “Right, because that’s going to make a difference when he realizes what you’re doing,” Dain retorts, ripping his hand through his hair. “He’ll kill us all.” “Are you going to tell him?” Aaric asks.
Plot--hello pls who is this
