Tempting

"Who told him to speak nonsense?" Cynthia said.

Dark Falcon walked up to Cynthia's side, noticing the fruit tea she had just prepared. "Oh, looks like I'm in for a treat today."

He remembered Lil Twelve always liked these delicate things. Just as he was about to pour himself a cup, Cynthia swatted his hand away. "No drinking!"

Dark Falcon, looking innocent, rubbed his hand where she had slapped it. "Isn't this tea made to be drunk? Besides, Bald Eagle irritated you. I haven't done anything to you."

"You two are just as bad as each other!" Cynthia scoffed, turning and heading upstairs.

Dark Falcon, speechless, thought, I'm just minding my own business, and yet I get dragged into this!

After Cynthia returned to her room, she started to sort through her clothes.

Suddenly, her phone rang.

Looking at the caller ID, she saw it was her uncle Henry.