Skylar.
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He might look like his brother, but he was definitely nothing like him. Clyde was almost as tall as Conrad and had the same strong body frame as he did. But Clyde was…rigid, like a soldier. Hell, he was even clad in a soldier-like attire. Black leather jacket buttoned to the top, black belt with silver buckle and black pair of pants which was complemented by a pair of rugged boots, also black. He was like a dark enforcer and the Maelstrom crest sitting on the left chest of his jacket added to his malevolent nature.
“Who are you?” His voice came out firm and rugged.
I raised an eyebrow, “What?”
He turned left and walked back and forth casually, as if scrutinizing the room. “Apart from the information we have on you, who, really are you?” he asked again.
I shifted uncomfor
