"WHERE THE HELL DID HE GO?!"
The storm had erupted inside the Vayinthe estate.
Florence's face burned with fury, her voice slicing through the tense air like a blade. Shattered glass littered the marble floor, vases lay in pieces across the television stand, and the crushed remains of a phone sat abandoned on the carpet.
The living room was chaos—an aftermath of one woman's unrestrained rage. "HOW DO YOU LOSE THAT BASTARD?! USELESS, THE LOT OF YOU! DRAG THESE DOGS OUT!" she roared, her fury snapping at the trembling guards.
Her figure trembled—not in fear, but frustration—and no one dared breathe too loud. Everyone knew that being noticed could mean their end. "Standing there like statues? BURY THEM! I don't keep dead weight!"
The guards who had failed to return with Jaxen were dragged away, screaming and sobbing. No one knew who the two women were that vanished with him—but they had taken him. And for that, blood would be spilled.
"Find him. Alive or dead. Bring him back"
