"Are you sure about this?" Shelbrooke watched the end of his cigarette crush from the fire that burnt it to ashes. The orange glow indicated he needed to trash the stick and get another one. His eighth stick in a row this evening.

"I am quite sure. Reyns told me about Luana and how she had managed to capture one of us. She has him in the prison, probably torturing him and asking him to confess."

"This woman is testing my patience!" He gripped the cigarette in his hand, crushing the ashy object. His eyes were reddening already.

Shelbrooke used his little finger to scrape the speck of tobacco from...