Felix froze.
And so did Jasper.
Karl watched their stiff expression, dread flooding his chest. He immediately latched onto Felix's arm like a drowning man clutching the driftwood.
"Felix … you will save me from Brother's wrath, won't you?" he asked weakly.
"Save you?" Jasper snapped.
Without hesitation, he kicked Karl squarely in the side.
"You idiot! You still think you need saving?"
It hurt —badly.
Karl's expression twisted at once. He staggered, bracing his waist, "Jasper … how could you say that? I am your own brother. I —"
"Oh, now you remember that?" Jasper took a step forward toward him, his eyes blazing, eager to burn him if possible. "Then how dare you pull something like that on our own brother? You've really grown some guts."
Karl opened his mouth to argue —then shut it again.
