Cassandra pouted, but at least it wasn’t Isaac that was going to die. A cold smile formed on her lips. “are we going to kill the human?” she said, barely able to keep her excitement wrapped, but when her father shot her a hard glare, warning her to be silent, she instantly went mute as she moved to stand on the side. Her father could be a scary man, even if he did spoil her, she hated disappointing him.
Seeing as Cassandra was now quiet, Edgar turned his attention back to Camus.
“I have a task for you,” Edgar began, his tone leaving no room for negations. “a delicate matter that requires… discretion and precision.”
The man said nothing, waiting for further instructions.
“Rebecca Beckley,” Edgar spat her name out like a curse, “has become a significant obstacle. She’s disrupting my plan
