CHAPTER THIRTY TWO

Darius sat cross legged on a cushion. He poured himself a drink. Freda sat on a cushion opposite him also cross legged. She was staring at Darius with an unreadable expression. Norman watched them both. They’ve been silent for minutes and he was starting to get agitated.

"Good to see you brother" Freda said. "Even if you think otherwise, I’ve Actually missed you."

"Considering you’ve hunted me for centuries" Darius replied, "forgive me if I do not share your sentiments."

"You and I, we’re similar you know." "I’m nothing like you" Darius blurted. "You’re a maniac and a psychopath. You bring destruction wherever you go. You’re an evil bitch."

"And are you any different?" Freda asked. " Do you not also kill people? You went on a killing spree. You murdered entire communities laying waste to innocent lives yet you judge me like you’re innocent".