Ash whispered urgently under his breath, "Pull off, Adrian...Grandma is nearing."
Adrian murmured back, "I'm almost...hold for a minute."
Lucien smirked, teasing, "If she finds you...don't forget what she did to Aster this evening."
Adrian's eyes widened. "I know...I'm going to be dead..."
From outside, the grandmother's voice drew closer. "Matata...I'm almost..."
She stepped inside, pausing mid-step, eyes widening at the sight of Adrian, Ash, and Lucien by the haystack.
"Hey...what are you doing here at this hour?" she asked.
Silence fell.
Adrian awkwardly stood, scratching his neck. "Aaah...Lucien was craving anthill, so Ash brought him outside. Since I couldn't let them be alone, I had to keep them company," he murmured.
The grandmother's gaze sharpened, unconvinced. "But anthill...it's not in the goat shed. It's in the trees in the garden."
