The room was dark and quiet, except the slow, deliberate clink of ice in a crystal glass. Dante stood by the window, watching the city lights shimmer in the distance, his back turned to the two trembling men kneeling behind him, their small manly whimper made him smirk.
The air was full of anger and pleas..
“You had one job,” he said coldly, his voice cold like the ice in his glass. “Scare her. Make it clear I’m back, and I’m not playing games.”
“We...we didn’t expect the park security to show up so fast, sir,” one of the men stammered. “It wasn’t supposed to go like that...”
Dante turned slowly, face expressionless, except for the rage shining in his eyes. “You let her get away. She’s alive. Protected. And now Thane is alert. Everything I planned is slipping through my fingers.”
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