The fading shadow of the room allowed a partial view of his face. He looked enraged even though he was not saying a word. Luke was just there, leaning in the chair against the door, his right hand twitching with a stressed pulse, gripping the handle of a pocket knife.
To one side and the other.
Dilan, who had just arrived empty-handed after searching for the Kyu, just glanced at him and went to the far corner of the room.
Indeed, the mask of concentration and silent fury on the countenance of the Lux Company's youngest heir was far from any simple tantrum or anger is seen before. And of course, the temptation of luck was not ignored by the long-haired blond big-mouth and clean features.
"And the glass eye? Even without hunting down the leftover of his prestigious family?"
Zet shook hi
