Coming back to the present time, De Villiers found himself frozen briefly.

‘If I remained silent today, he would follow his footsteps. He would become a second Silas Alroy,’

Thinking distressfully, De Villiers walked after his friend.

Nathaniel hopelessly went after Zariah, wiping the faint traces of blood on him so it won’t startle her further.

His words had already done enough damage, he refused to cause more and appeared in the middle, De Villiers stopped his Boss, too much to his disliking.

“Boss, stop, let her go,”

“Don’t meddle, De Villiers. How can I let her go?” Nathaniel growled.

He watched her walking away, increasing his heartbeats. He knew...