First message
The front door opened.
Cain had brought someone home again.
Rion’s expression remained unreadable.
“Again?”
He let out a slow breath.
“Again, Cain?”
He took two steps back, like a cat that had just seen something deeply unpleasant.
“One day I’ll stop cleaning up after you. This house will be full of rotting corpses.”
Cain smiled to himself and carried your unconscious body toward his bedroom.
“This one’s alive.”
“For now, Cain.”