Chapter Twenty One

Six months ago.

"Oh, Bennett,"

He turned to him,

"Keep an eye on the cherished for me, will you? Can't have them raining on my parade." He said absentmindedly observing the bottle of scotch on the center table.

"Yes, Fil Reuc." Bennett bowed down the last time, then he left.

Bennett closed the door behind him.

"Sorry, Betty." He said, not the least bit sorry. She should consider it an honor the Lord chose her to warm his bed.

It was time to prepare for the meeting.

Everything had been set. The brotherhood had people that were in charge of the meeting's location at a given time. They never used the same place twice.

Bennett entered the elevator, already thinking about the gravity of what had just happened.

My master is free.

Finally.

He brushed his hair back. The world is about to shake with the force of his release.

The dragon is to be feared. Woe to all those who don't.

The elevator door dinged open.