Author's pov.

Silas slowly peeped into Richard's office, his eyes scanning through looking for Richard, realizing no one was there, he slowly walked in, closing the door with a soft thud.

Silas walked to the wine section, his hands scanning through the bottles. “Where are you baby,” he muttered to himself.

“Gone,” Richard said behind him.

Silas jerked up in fear as he quickly turned to meet Richard's glare. “When did you get here?”

“This is my office,” Richard frowned.

“I know,” Silas eyed as he straightened up. “I didn't hear your footsteps and I am the best rogue hunter around here, I can hear people's breathing…” he paused pointing...