The room was heated, almost dark and quiet, despite the people in it. The floor was dusty, and the old nightstand that was annexed to the ceiling shook every time someone slammed the door. Ethan was standing by the window, arms crossed and jaw twitching in anger. His dark eyes stared out into the woods. He'd woken up feeling so happy that this was the day everything he wanted finally came to pass, the day everything would start to fall in line, but it was in fact the opposite. His men had returned, and they had brought nothing good in their wake. Unable to hold it any longer, he turned...