Paris stomped his feet away with disdain, clouding his features. While I followed him with a blank expression. I looked back only to see Sven burp inelegantly while rubbing his tummy.
"What a strange person, indeed," Paris grumbled as he walked away from the dining hall. "I didn't know there's someone who will compete with Lucien at the top of my hate list."
"I know…" I whispered, clicking my tongue when Sven raised his head in my direction and waved. "I don't like him as well."
I scoffed and peeled my eyes away from him, following Paris' tracks in a somber mood. It didn't seem Sven planned on telling anyone about our encounter since he said nothing regarding it. I still planned on telling him just in case, though. Just not today.
Paris ramblings ran on as we marched through the hallway from the dining hall. While he was busy nitpicking on Sven's entire existence, I kept silent, my eyes on the floor.
