Time surely flies so fast and another month had passed since I became a member of the Divine Order. I could still remember the thick atmosphere filled with hostility from them during our first encounter, but it wasn't that bad now. I even made a few friends.
"Those damn bastards had been a pain in the neck!" Ramin croaked, slamming his palms on his desk, which startled me back to reality.
I raised my gaze and set them on the other desk across from me. Ramin seemed he woke up on the wrong side of the bed again, ruffling his hair that had a soft tone of copper in annoyance. He's not an early type of person, so I knew why he was throwing a huge fit the second he came.
As if he had noticed my dull gaze, he turned in my direction and stomped his way towards me. I drew away when he slammed his hand against my desk.
"You," he grumbled through his gritted teeth, and his barely trimmed side whiskers caught my eyes. "Can you control your husband?"
