~KIRA~
Daddy's bunker smells like dust, damp concrete, and rusted metal.
I can barely even remember the last time I came here, but I am sure it is over three years now. Even though this bunker is an abandoned place hidden underground and miles away from the Bloodhounds’ border, it is still the perfect place for this meeting.
Isolated. Quiet. A place hidden underground without ever seeing the light of day.
After settling down beside Dad on a chair made of steel, I cross my arms underneath my breasts and try to mask my disgust as I watch Ryker Lockhart sternly. The single bulb hanging above the table separating us from Ryker flickers every few seconds, casting light shadows against Ryker’s rugged face and that deep, dreadful scar bifurcating across his left cheek.
His mouth tilts at th
