Dark Hour [1]

One singular thought repeats within his mind like a fucking mantra.

Bring Atlas to her.

His eyes bored into the witch's, "I'll need something to call you as soon as I find a way to distract my family."

A smug, satisfied smile reached the corner of her lips. She pulled out a tiny black phone from her robe. "Use this. Call me as soon as you can bring the boy to me."

He reached out to grab the phone, but the witch held onto it with a greater strength, her eyes sharpened, narrowed into slits. "Do not tell your family about me and try to do it quietly."

Sebastian nods, "Don't worry. I got it."

He had formulated a plan in his mind, a way to distract his family from discovering the truth.

Beside, the boy trust him, so it will be easy. They won't notice a thing.

With that thought, his lips curved into a wicked smile, and he cocked his head to the side. "Please lead the way, so I can start on it."