Chapter 105: Azrael learned the truth
"Dad was thinking of sending you and Knoa out of the country to escape the media in the meantime."
From staring out the window, Knox abruptly whipped his head toward his brother who stood by the door. His face expressed disapproval. On the television in his room, the news about him and his kidnapping was being talked about live on air, as though it was a national crisis that needed to be addressed to the public on a live conference.
Giving Knox an unsmiling look, Athan continued, "Mom and older brother Anton will visit here in a few days. I know you’d stay if Dad asks, but still, meeting my older brother in your current state will only stress you more. So, in the meantime, take Knoa on a vacation and just come back at least until the issues have subsided. You and Knoa can—
"We can just go back to my apartment," Knox said, cutting off Athan’s words.
"After what happened?" Athan answered incredulously. He looked away to avoid glaring at his already troubled brother, but hearing Knox’s stubbornness was somehow vexing. So, he whirled around and grabbed the door, ready to step out after saying his last words, "You can’t. Go back once it’s safe... no, just move into my building. I’ll buy the unit next to me. I’ll ask someone to move all your things once the purchase is done. So, stay here until then, or take a trip out of the country."
"Ath—
"No buts, Knox. The whole nation already knows who you are, reporters will flock to you trying to get a scoop on your story. On top of that, you just got kidnapped. You can’t stay in that neighborhood where security is lacking. I will arrange the house you’ll be staying abroad, once you go back, you can move to my address. End of discussion. Go get some rest," Athan declared, leaving no room for Knox to complain.
Slam!
The door closed a bit louder. Knox glanced back outside the window again. He inspected the exterior structure as if searching for something that could help him escape, though it’s not like he would really do so.
He was just frustrated and bored. Grabbing the remote control on the center table, he turned off the television and sat next to the opened window where the wind blew and some light was seeping in.
He leaned back and closed his eyes, only to get startled by another loud sound of a door hitting the wall. Then, a tiny and energetic voice echoed.