Shin hesitated before calling his Lord, but he knew he had no choice. His hands trembled as he picked up his phone, blood still dripping from the wound on his arm. With a shaky breath, he dialed Alistair’s number.
The call connected almost instantly.
“Shin, where is he?” Alistair’s cold voice came from the other end.
Shin swallowed hard, his chest tightening. “I… I couldn’t bring him, my Lord,” he said, forcing the words out.
There was silence. For a moment, Shin thought the line had gone dead. But then he heard it—Alistair cursing under his breath, the sound sharp and filled with rage. Shin’s heart pounded violently in his chest, each beat echoing the fear building inside him.
“You useless son of a b***h,” Alistair muttered, his tone colder than ice. “Go back to the warehouse and wai
