An Old Promise

"It is hard to understand whether you are my friend or an enemy." Killian shook his head as he looked at the small cake on the table. "Cedric would be the last person I wanted to meet. Especially what I had done recently. Yet you believe he would come and save me. Why would he?" Killian hated himself at that moment. How he wanted to push and throw the cake away to show her that he was not fooled.

But at the same time he wanted to learn and cut it. Someone remembered his birthday and bought a small cake for him. He had hinted his aunt when he had gone to submit the needed papers. But the woman was completely clueless and he could not blame her.

She had never been there on his birthday. Come to think of it, why did she never visit their family before? He pushed the suffocating thoughts away when Elara leaned and pulled him into her embrace.