"It all makes sense now." Getting up from my black executive chair, I ran my hands through my hair. "This was Saint's plan all along. He kidnaps the old people, rescues them and gets to be called hero."
"Then the city sees what he did and he gets the love of the citizens," Zara added and tucked a tendril behind her hair.
The veins of sun tearing through my window kissed my face. "Saint's messing with me."
"Then we kill him."
"No, we weaken him." I pulled back my chair and dropped on it. "Last night, someone told me that he heard rumors that Saint belongs to a cult." I intertwined my hands. "I know it's not a rumor."
"This cult, what are they like?"
"They posses certain supernatural powers." Crossing my leg over the other, I took a sip of cocktail from the wine cup on my desk.
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