The room was filled with silence and tension. Yet he still had that smug smile on his face. I wanted to rip it off his face with my claws. Rip him to shreds. “Lucian, I guess you’re wondering why I called a meeting with you?” He looked at me waiting for me to ask him, but I kept quiet and just glared at him. My gut was telling me it had something to do with Scarlet. “Just get to the point, Asher”. He giggled mischievously. Then he came to a holt and the room was quiet again. His demonic face was stern and unhinged. “Seems like patience isn’t one of your strong points…” “Not with you”. I chipped him in. “Lucian” “Seems like respect isn’t one of your strengths”. I chipped him in again. He glared at me. A glare so vicious it could make anyone tremble under his gaze.
But a little pip squeak
