Adrien turned around to find Cedric marching quickly from a side hallway. His face was expressionless and his lips were pressed into a firm line.
"I need to speak with you." Cedric's slick-back hair looked a little tousled and his sharp eyes flashed with resolve.
Why is he the one looking for me?! Adrien had figured that Brayden would have been the one to hunt him down based on the outburst that his second brother had earlier that day. So he was shocked to find that Cedric was the one that was looking for him.
Mikyle gave his hand a squeeze. His red gaze narrowed onto Cedric. "We're busy. What do you want, Pocket-sized Look-alike?
Adrien turned a questioning gaze onto Mikyle.
"Hmm?" Mikyle hummed when he saw Adrien looking at him. "He's a miniature version of the Count, hence the term pocket-size. If he doesn't like the term, then he could always chop his hair off like that half-wit does. Hmm? But if he does that, then does that mean there will be two half-wits?"
