Flynn lifted his head upon seeing him lying on the thick tree branches. Flynn's face was flawless and perfect. His eyes were friendly and warm, but if anyone looks closer, they can see a tinge of coldness in his gaze.
It was someone who was used to looking down on people.
Flynn walked closer to him and stepped a few inches away from the tree, and he raised his head and asked in a curious voice, "Where is he?"
Sebastian knew who he was referring to and pushed himself off the tree, and he felt the weight of gravity around him until his feet touched the ground. The ground almost shook under him before he found his balance.
Sebastian didn't reveal a smile because the bastard doesn't deserve it.
He said as he crossed his arms, leaning against the tree, "Where's my gift?"
Sebastian watched the man roll his eyes, and he said with a sigh, "Fine."
