Thora had just stepped into the house when he caught Saphen peeking outside.
The moment Saphen saw him, a flicker of guilt crossed his face. He blinked a couple of times before asking, "Has Cain come back yet?"
Thora let out a mocking chuckle. "If you're that worried about him, why did you suddenly run over here in the first place?"
Saphen sat down on the sofa and shook his head. "I'm just... not good enough." Lowering his gaze to his hands, he muttered, "I don't know how to make Cain feel at ease enough to go to school. I'm so useless..."
Before Saphen could finish speaking, Thora's large hand gripped his chin, preventing any more words from escaping.
Forced to lift his head and meet Thora's gaze, Saphen blinked in confusion. Almost instinctively, he reached up and wrapped his hand around Thora's wrist.
Thora looked at Saphen's soft face held firmly in his grasp. Saphen's skin was unbelievably fair, a stark contrast to his own bronze complexion.
