Act II. Scene I

AGAPE

"Are the three of them arm in arm?" an extremely idle lady seemed to ask.

"They are? And... aren't those two the twins from the Lisianto house?"

"And that one in the middle... isn't he the young Lestrad?" another voice echoed, "are they... together?"

Voices talking too much, guessing too much, and wanting to know too much.

Not that any of the three were not used to the situation, but that didn't mean it was not at least... uncomfortable.

At least for Ágape at that moment... it was EXTREMELY uncomfortable.

"Are you okay, little sister?" Airell immediately looked at her with concern, "are those idle old women bothering you?"

"I'm fine," the redhead lied along with a rehearsed smile.

One that clearly bothered Cale by the way he looked at her.

"I can rip out their tongues if you want," the brunet said without even thinking twice, "then they'll never be able to bother you with their gossip again."

He seemed ironicall