CHAPTER 167

Valar forced the door open so hard it bounced off the wall, rattling the flimsy frame. His chest heaved as he stomped into the dimly lit room, with fists clenched and eyes that burned.

He lit a cigarette and puffed hard on it to reduce the feeling gnawing in his insides. He rubbed his head and slammed his hard on the table before pulling back to kiss his knuckles.

“What the fuck,” he growled, his voice rising amidst the laughter and clatter of plates. “I need to leave. Right now.”

The room went quiet for a second. Five men and a woman sat around the scarred dining table,...