Chapter 12
The low-ceilinged tavern buzzes with tension and raucous energy. Emily rested her elbows on the marked wooden tabletop while she stopped to stare into Alistair's eyes. His face is expressionless while his slim form projects an ominous threat. His entire existence was spent hiding from the truth, which etched his face with lines that revealed his deceitful lifestyle and better concealed movements than cowardly members functioning under masonic sophistication. He offers unexpected assistance that proves necessary.
With his fists clenched tightly beside Emily, he showed a paler complexion as a rough rip marred his trousers. Alistair switched to a threatening tone while asking "You have the information about Victor, right? His comments served as requests for permission instead of
