POV:Keith

I stood at the end of the hallway with a fierce gaze fixed on my nemesis, the man who had sworn not to leave me alone. He sat casually in a plush armchair, a cold smile playing on his lips as he observed me from a distance. His guards stood defensively around him, ready to attack me if I tried to assault him. I stood right there, my gaze fixed on him while I watched the movement of his guards from the corner of my eyes.

“Where is she, Dymion, where are you keeping her?” I asked him, my voice low, but fierce.

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