Page 166 of Axis of Fire

Mostly by flirting with Lars.

And occasionally dragging either me or Airis into the conversation.

“They don't always feel melancholic,” I finally said.

“On sunny days, you can actually see freedom in them.”

My gaze drifted toward the distant figures.

“Strength in solitude.”

I exhaled quietly.

“Alright.”

Dwayne clapped his hands together.

“Not everyone enjoys philosophical discussions about creepy metal people.”

Despite the complete absence of sunlight, he still refused to remove his sunglasses.

Knowing Dwayne, that wasn't surprising.

The man firmly believed they made him look irresistible.

“I suggest we relax and paint.”

He spread his arms dramatically.

“Because if I have to listen to one more conversation about symbolism, loneliness, destiny, or emotional growth, I'm throwing myself into the sea.”

“And if somebody doesn't know how, I'll generously provide lessons.”

Lowering his sunglasses, he winked at Lars.

Lars remained completely expressionless.

“I always hated art classes in Istmond.”

“That,” Dwayne replied immediately, “is because you've never had a brilliant teacher like me.”

For the first time, I thought I saw the corner of Lars's mouth twitch.

Two years ago, Dwayne's paintings had started appearing at exhibitions with surprising regularity.

Something he was ridiculously proud of.

Becoming an artist had always been his dream, despite studying finance.

“I'm still passing,” Lars said, shifting his attention toward the restless Irish Sea.

“What about baseball?” Mike offered, pulling a ball from the trunk. “I spotted a net a few meters away.”

“I'm in.”

Lars nodded immediately.

Soon Gwen, Camille, and Justin agreed as well.