In his office, he was lying on the couch, one hand under his head and the other resting over his stomach, inscrutable eyes staring into nothingness.

His chest constricted, mind going through a disturbance, a strange unwanted feeling rising in his core, causing a troubled state.

He was restless, too much.

“What happened?” De Villiers asked, noticing the grimace plastered on his features.

“I am infuriated,” He replied without a second thought.

Picking the dagger from the table, he twirled it around his fingers for enlivenment but it didn’t allow to divert his mind.

In fact, it worsened that he couldn’t use it anymore.

“Fuck, she has killed him too,...