The mansion was quiet, too quiet for Evan's liking. He tossed his keys on the polished oak table, his jaw tight. Xavier's words kept replaying in his head. 'Sandra told me something...'
He didn't like riddles. He didn't like uncertainty. And above all, he didn't like being played.
"Benjamin!" his voice cracked through the stillness, echoing down the hallway. His butler appeared almost instantly, bowing low.
"Summon Sandra. Now. Tell her if she makes me wait..." Evan's lips curved in a thin smile, "...she won't have lips left to play her coy little games with."
The butler didn't answer. He simply nodded and left. Evan moved into the living room, loosening his tie but never shaking the darkness off his face. He poured himself a drink, neat whiskey, the kind that burned all the way down b
