“You, you, you... Why are you at my house?” The red-haired man almost dropped the bath basin as he stepped back out of fear.

“What? This is our guest!” The woman in the distance shouted at him.

Joshua frowned a little. It was still raining heavily, and if they left, Hazel would very likely catch a cold. It seemed he had a better deal with the man.

The red-haired man stood still for a moment, he was unsure what to do but then it was as if a lightbulb went off in his head. He whispered ...