CHAPTER 39
(Past)
LANCE EYED Adarmus with a weary expression. The rain had started when Lance ran for dear life away from the man. Facing the great general, he swallowed the thought that he'd willingly go with him. No. He couldn't. 'Nevermind being a social outcast. I'm not going.'
What he didn't expect is that the man would decidedly follow him with a smile. "Why are you running? It's okay, kid. Stop it already. I'm not in the mood."
"Oh, yeah? Bad for you because I'm on it!" Lance swirled on the left and successfully left the palace through the gate. "Stop following me! Guards!"
A guard adjusted his cap and smiled brightly to Adarmus. "Sir, would you like us to take him for you? I think the prince is confused."
Lance felt his face go blue. He screeched. "You fucktards! You're going to give me to him? What prince! You treat me like I'm poultry! I'm out!"
"Hey, kid!" Adarmus tried catching his wrist but he dodge and ran again. "…he's really petty."