Earlier:
Viper Estate.
A place overflowing with opulence and vintage treasure, Emeric Herald, in his immaculate form, was sitting in his expensive couch.
“Hmm. What should I do to clean this up?” Emeric murmured.
His gaze tracing the photos of the safehouses that Zayne was going to crumble into nothingness.
“This is catching the eyes of the authorities. It’s no longer of any use to me. I want to evacuate this building.”
The woman beside him shifted, with an undeniable grace, eventually settling onto his lap.
“I can get rid of it for you, Sir.” Her low, tempting tone came, kissing him just below the ear.
“You sure?” Emeric’s fingers tightened on her waist, pressing her firmly against him.
His emerald eyes–always holding a haunting charm and unreadable face– narrowed. He was amus
