Castor ran off toward the archway, disappearing around the marble corner.
Julian stood there for a second, then looked down at Lucius, who was tugging at his robe.
"That boy… is weird," Lucius muttered, and Julian laughed.
See, even Lucius thinks the same way. The weird one among them was definitely Castor.
But at least… he was genuine.
"He's weird, but he's nice, right?" Julian asked, and Lucius nodded slowly.
"Not scary," Lucius said, and Julian nodded.
"We might run into him more often. So be sure to say hi when we do, okay?" Once again, Lucius nodded, looking as adorable as ever, and Julian stoked his hair. "Come. We should head back before they come looking for us."
He took the boy's hand, and they walked out of the garden.
As they approached the main hall, they saw Elian standing by a pillar, his hands tucked into his sleeves. He noticed them immediately, his eyes drifting to the green leaves caught on Julian's sleeve.
