Lulu looked anxious. She wasn't wrong, Seamus was standing in a very dangerous position now.
But instead of matching her worry, Seamus's lips lifted into a slow smile as he asked,
"What's your name?"
"You don't remember me? Ah, right. Your father's the coward who ran." The man rolled his eyes with casual disdain.
Seamus grabbed his collar hard enough to make Lulu tense. "Don't make me repeat myself. What's your name?"
The man gritted his teeth. "Vincent."
He shoved Seamus away and dusted his shirt as if his touch had dirtied it.
"Tell every one of my father's enemies that I'm not scared," Seamus said, voice dropping low.
"They can fight me if they think they can even touch me."
Was he scared? Maybe. But fear barely mattered anymore. His mind was already tangled with too many problems, and complicating them further felt pointless.
If all this ended with either him dying or his father's enemies dying, then so be it.
