Chapter 98
Ah, Dein.
Suddenly, someone spoke, and Grayson turned his head. Dein was standing at the entrance to the dressing room, watching him. As Grayson turned his body, Dein’s gaze followed, trailing along his back before it seemed to wander aimlessly. Realizing that his gaze had lost focus, Grayson smiled and greeted him.
“Hey, Dein...”
“Let’s talk for a second.”
Before Grayson could finish his sentence, Dein abruptly spoke and then turned on his heel, walking briskly ahead. Grayson tilted his head, then threw his shirt back on, humming a tune as he followed him, steps light and casual.
“What happened? That?”
Once they were behind the building, alone, Dein immediately brought up the subject. Grayson scratched the back of his head and responded.
“I ran into a thief...”
“And where did you meet this thief?”
Dein cut Grayson off again. Grayson, still scratching his head, looked down at him. It was hard to read Dein’s reaction. What did that expression mean?
‘When in doubt, change the subject.’
“How’s Darling doing?”