Javier was leisurely enjoying a freshly grilled skewer of seasoned meat, comfortably seated near the Pekko pen just. Buddy, his smug Pekko, stood nearby, watching him with keen, expectant eyes, clearly hoping for a share.
It was a perfect, peaceful moment.
Until—
"Young Master."
Liana's calm voice pulled him from his blissful indulgence.
"Hmm? Yes, Liana?" Javier mumbled, taking another bite.
She gave him a pointed look, glancing toward the estate. "Mr. Alf is here."
Javier froze mid-bite. A cold chill ran down his spine.
Alf? Crap! If Alf was looking for him, that could only mean—
He quickly scanned his surroundings for escape routes.
But before he could act—
A firm grip landed on his shoulder.
"Eeek!"
"Young Master."
The deep, professional voice behind him sent another shiver down his spine. Alf.
Javier slowly turned his head.
