The atmosphere in the warehouse was cold and thick after everything

Finn was whimpering quietly in Roxanne's arms as Ciel's men cleared the whole place.

They ensured the kidnappers were subdued, same with Derek.

Roxanne looked at him, kneeling some few feet away from her.

The man who was her father.

He didn't deserve that title.

He had cracked under the tense situation. His suit was stained and wrinkled.

His hair was disheveled and blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Even in his pathetic state at the moment, Roxanne did not want to underestimate him.

He could do and undo.

The fact that he arranged the kidnap...