Author's POV
"Alistair, what are you doing? You're not supposed to leave in the middle of our agreements," a man with burly hair complained, his shoulders slouched with exhaustion, dark circles under his eyes screaming sleepless nights and too much coffee.
Alistair didn't even pause. He casually adjusted his coat, eyes on the exit, and threw the man a quick wink. "Why not? It's been over a year since I left the country, and I deserve a little break, don't you think?"
The man rolled his eyes with a groan. "Man… I know you're dying to see your little sister Melissa, but could you at least not stress me out by running off the damn set and—"
"Na-uh," Alistair cut him off, lifting his hand and swaying his index finger from left to right like a smug magician.
The man blinked.
Alistair's lips curled into a grin. "I'm not excited to see Melissa."
He took a step back, voice dropping to his deeper and flirtatious tone. "I'm going to see my real sister… Sera. Seraphina."
