Chapter # 22

"Just wait outside,"

"I didn't come here to wait outside, I want to kill that son of b*tch." Abram seethed with anger, they were standing outside of the manor where Zubie was certain Silvas was holding hostages.

"If I don't come out in ten minutes, you are allowed to intervene,"

"Alright, go ahead," he told her, "and Ze, be careful."

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"I wasn't sure if you would show up, but I suppose you do care for your relatives," Silvas spoke, his voice loud and booming through the manor, "how majestically foolish."

"Where are they?"

"They are fine," he smiled the smile that resembled so much Aurelius. "hand over the journal and take your relatives with you."

"Right," Zubie dug into the pouch, bringing the leather bounded journal out, "there," she threw the journal at his feet, "now tell me where are my relatives?"