"When the fuck are you going to stay out of my business?" Devon was on Viktor the moment Ambrose left them. "Since our college days, you've always been full of horse shit."
Viktor sniggered. "Your business? Devvy, Devvy… Devvy." He wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "I keep asking you if Ambrose means something to you—"
"And I keep telling you it's none of your business," Devon swatted his arm with a sneer. "Just stay away from him. You'll never see him as someone important. Just a tool to use and—"
"Now that's where you're wrong," The smirk on Viktor's face disappeared, a cold light flashing in his eyes. "You don't seem to understand… There's something refreshingly different about that Guide. I've never been this obsessed with getting someone and you know that."
People were busy hurrying out of the hall and making calls to save the world while this argument dragged on. Alisha couldn't help but roll her eyes in her seat, rubbing the bridge of her nose.
