"What do you mean by that? I only told you to investigate! How is that so hard to understand?"
Lukas' voice lashed through the dimly lit chamber, his patience hanging by a thread.
Before him, a trembling figure knelt, forehead pressed into the cold, hard floor.
The man dared not look up, his entire body rigid with fear.
Lukas clenched his fists, resisting the urge to snap completely.
He had given explicit instructions—observe, gather information, report back. And yet, somehow, these ignorant fools took matters into their own hands and attempted an assassination!
Now all forms of communication withose send out had been severed! Gone!
His plan had gone wrong, terribly wrong.
Worse still, he was no closer to understanding the true strength of the man behind those two monstrous children.
His jaw tightened as he paced back and forth, his sharp footsteps echoing like a metronome in the suffocating silence.
He loathed uncertainty.
