Argentine's neck turn red. Then his ears. Red slowly engulfed his whole face. To say that he was mad would be an understatement. Angry, maybe. Furious…yes.
Furious.
Joan saw his knuckles tighten around his glass and his teeth clench. He let out a slow growl. His glass eventually smashed from the pressure of his fist. He slowly turned in his chair to lock eyes with his sister, who had a small smirk on her face. They stared at each other for a few seconds.
Then Scathach sprinted.
Argintine let out a huge scream of rage and raced after her, looking as if he was willing to kill her. After they ran out of the room, Arde-Griemne groaned. He looked as livid as Argentine. Joan guessed that they wouldn't be getting the help of him come midnight. They heard a smash and the sound of a metal object falling to the floor. Arde-Griemne followed the two siblings out the door and there was silence, except for a sharp slapping sound. He walked back into the room, followed by a livid Argentine and Scathach, whose smirk had fallen a little. Joan let out a silent gasp. Across Scathach's left cheek, there was a hand-shaped red mark. Arde-Griemne spoke
"You will leave and you will not return. Do not expect our assistance tonight"
He escorted them to the door and slammed it as soon as they left the castle.
"Well, that went well" Scathach said. Joan reached out and inspected her cheek.
"How can you find this funny?! He hit you!"
Scathach avoided Joan's eyes and mumbled her reply, "Doesn't matter"
"Yes it does! Your own father hit you!"
"I know!" Scatty replied quickly, "Can we just go?!"
Joan decided to drop the subject. For now.
"How are we going to find Hekate now?" She asked.
At that, Scatty smiled, "I'm guessing you never learned how to pick a lock, then?"