The Lords against DJ

Dj in the Serenity

Ezekiel's loud voice, his argumentative tone and the criticism against his own son took a great influence over DJ, he bit his lips anxiously until one fragile corner bled a tiny red drop as he twisted and turned his fingers, turning them a blistery mess. The detective was too active in his restless mind that it had eventually become a hindrance in the way of his logical thinking, aware of the consequences, he was still ready to risk his hidden position for the sake of a glimpse of what was transpiring downstairs. DJ was unable to keep up with the promises he made with the lord since the urge to eavesdrop on the unfolding events gnawed at his chest, he recalled the darkness in Yael's eyes and shook his head to shake off the effect that followed... before he decided to use the courage he had in his secret stash for the adventure.

Earlier, Lord Yael had shushed and pushed DJ inside his room, instructing him to be quiet and stay put for a while, before he left to attend to his guest with a deadly look in his eyes. But the moment he left, a whirlpool of curiosity, along with some suspicion about Cillian, pushed DJ towards disobedience as well as out of his room as he tiptoed outside in the lobby to sneak a peek at the scene.

To his luck, the detective couldn't get the whole view nor the chat since his sneaky arrival aligned with the departure of the lord's towards the dining room. Still, whatever fell over his sensitive ears, those mocked filled praises and imposing dominance from the elders, provided DJ with the gist of the situation, and he clicked and joined the rest of the things in his mind. The detective stood there in the lobby, biting his nails, and contemplated whether he should proceed with bravery and follow the lords to the dining room... or stop right there to save his life. However, a small commotion from the grand stairs caught DJ in a nervous arrest and the boy retreated back to his room silently.

A minute later, Lobo entered the room.

Sharp eyes roaming over DJ, the butler personally delivered an arrangement of food served on a tray, likeable for DJ's taste, while he kept a keen eye on the boy. The younger, meanwhile, played nonchalantly. He sat on the bed like a good boy, meek and anxious while his heart hammered, and waited patiently as Lobo served him slowly. DJ, aware of the butler's observant gaze on him, began eating quietly, he tried his best not to give any impression of his sneaky activities while he nibbled on his food until Lobo was done and had to leave the room under strict instructions.

Sighing in relief, the detective then quickly pulled out his device from under the pillow and typed something urgently. Within seconds, a notification popped up on the screen and DJ stared at it with a frown, a small smile crept on his face before he wolfed down the remaining of the food and rushed to get done with the shower for the night.

....

Even under the warm spray of water, DJ couldn't get his thoughts free of the words Cillian and Ezekiel threw at Yael. According to the detective, Cillian was transparent about his connections related to the abduction of the lord. The man held some sort of edge when he taunted Yael, or so he thought, and that's why he was so out of line while he blurted out what should have been kept under the covers until later.

DJ knew Yael was aware; the older was on the track where his thoughts met DJ's, concluding Cillian's involvement in the crime and his possible alliance with Chevy. What remained was the evidence which could prove Yael and DJ's suspicion successful and for that......DJ had some lead he wanted to explore.

Lost in thoughts for the next plan of action, DJ exited the bathroom while drying his hair, only for his breath to hitch in startle when his eyes landed on the sight in front of him, he gasped lowly and curled his fingers tight around the towel. Sitting on his bed, leaning backwards on his left side, was lord Yael, smoking, with his eyes closed while he played with the wine glass in the other hand. The frown on his face spoke volumes of his foul mood, body stiff like a wall yet posing a look of royalty, and a layer of sheer smoke surrounded him like a veil of protectiveness.