HIS PRIVATE POOL
With a churchwarden pipe in his hand, Evandros stared at the man standing before him while slowly letting the smoke out of his mouth. The man was wearing a long black cloak with his face covered, only his eyes could be noticed. It was the same man who was in the inn of the cross-sect squad.
"I told you not to show up here," Evandros said, his gaze narrowed and for some reason, he was extremely agitated. "Not to show up? Why are you dragging this out so much? You need to let her escape otherwise your plan will go down the hill, dragging me along." The man said, his voice tense, holding a little harshness in his tone as well.
"Don't tell me what to do, I’m the lord here," Evandros said and sat up on the throne, throwing the smoke pipe away in irritation. His brows scrunched in frustration as he stood up from the throne walking towards the man who had the same height as him.
He stopped in front of him.