Tristan didn't know what to do. He was totally helpless. He had checked everywhere for Connor and his crew, but he didn't find them anywhere.
"Maybe we should call him out for a war," His brother Thomas said while Tristan was over viewing the Paris city, standing on the roof of the hotel in which he stayed.
"Are you kidding me?" He shook his head, adjusting the lapels of his black jacket. "We don't know where the heck he is? How can we challenge him?"
"We don't always have to see the enemy and challenge him, brother? Let us send a strong message to him by burning down what he loves dearly…"
Both the brothers exchanged wicked glances at each other as they realized what should be done.
….
Connor was not able to sleep that night. That b***h had called him a dog and insulted him. How dar
