"Report," Varys barked at the phone in his car.
Fuzzy static answered him.
"Report!" Vary tried again.
His first wave wouldn't stay quiet like this. Ethan had managed to take them out. He hadn't expected that. His men weren't the type to be taken out easily. Maybe he should have given Hope's worries more credence, then again, she hadn't seen what he was truly capable of yet.
He hung up the phone as he pulled on the street leading to the coffee shop. Smoke spiraled lazily in the air as flames lit the night sky a shade of orange.
Fuck.
Varys parked the car and edged closer. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe it wasn't the shop.
Even he knew that was wishful thinking. As he got closer the smoked coffee beans turned to a burnt one and he crinkled his nose. The doors of the shop were thrown open
