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Curiosity was indeed a weak point for Arion. He had been told numerous times to be careful about this particular flaw of his. Even Krios, his most unlikable douche of an older brother told him to watch out. He remembered that day so clearly it might just as well have happened yesterday. It was the day when the Greek decided to leave Cerberus's Pavilion, his father and stepmother had said goodbye already, and so had his numerous siblings. The only one left was his dear older brother. Truthfully Arion did not expect him to say farewell and had decided to leave already.

Halfway through the entrance of the camp, the other Greek caught up with him and warned him about his fatal flaw, there had been genuine concern in his hard, unfeeling orange eyes, and so rare was that that he even caught the warrior off guard. A look of astonishment followed by an amused smirk touched his chocolate features, but was wiped away when Krios cuffed him and then abruptly hugged him. Talk about mood swings. But who was he to judge? Arion had a rivalry with Krios simply because they were too similar in many aspects.

The warrior was tempted to ask her why she did not want him to call her by her real name, Lacinia but decided not to, the severe, somber tone of his older brother ringing through his head at the moment. Though he wished to know her better, he did not trust her fully just yet. Arion nodded when she said if he wanted her to call him by any specific name, he could just tell her and not be afraid. Like hell he was scared of the slim girl.

The chocolate Greek was surprised she didn't explode when he whispered in her ear, she seemed to be one of those female wolves who hated males coming so close. Perhaps he had judged wrong.

A tone of confusion wrapped around her silky voice when she spoke, saying she had never been friends with a male before and that it was not possible even if he tried. "There's always a first time," the warrior grinned cockily, he had no doubt someday, whether it would be tomorrow or a thousand years later in Elysium, he would break through her dark exterior.

"Bye," Arion returned her farewell, honey gaze focused on her retreating form and sucked in a deep breath, wondering why he was so drawn to her. Perhaps it was the aura of mystery and quiet sadness that he felt surrounded her.