The backyard of Neoma’s beach house was naturally fenced with tall coconut trees and had nothing else but a hectare of grassy lot. It was one of the owner’s favorite places, since it was quiet and perfect for meditation, and it became even more so to her as an arena for something she had always been interested in beholding: a match between her two dogs. She wasn’t briefed about this until Leopoldo assisted her with a crutch to be there.
She leaned back on her bamboo chair while the caretaker looked somehow unsettled behind her. Their eyes were focused on the two grown men having a standoff before them. They were anticipating as to who’d make the first move.
The wind was chilly that afternoon, and dark clouds had formed above their heads.
Owel hardened his grip on his pointed knives. Con
