Wayne closed the door behind him.
His mind was rioting with unhinged thoughts.
He could not comprehend how porous his house had become that his enemies would infiltrate it.
Was he losing his touch?
When did the critters enter his room?
They certainly could not have been here when he had arrived from the great arena to change his clothes. He would have noticed something was off and spotted them immediately.
If only he had not told her to go upstairs to wait for him, she would not have fallen prey to their evil antics. She was gradually dying and it was his fault, he had brought her to this plane. She was his responsibility.
Would all his plans go to waste?
All the time and effort he had invested into pursuing his future and securing his legacy. If she died, that was it for him. The
