VICTOR

After they took Isabelle away, we entered Andrew's office and Edward slumbed on the chair, while I stood there, my hands in my pocket.

He didn't look like someone going through the loss of loosing a son, instead he was so interested in taking over everything Andrew left.

I pulled the chair out, sitting across him and Edward leaned back in his chair, that smug grin all over his face. He always looked like he had the upper hand, like he was untouchable. But not today. Today, I was done playing his game.

“Victor,” he began, his voice smooth as usual.

“I’ve got a job for you. Something way...