Rhane and Nikolai stood face to face, glaring at each other. Their gaze burned with hate, shame, and fading hope, a silence more violent than words.
"Gerald wants you hanged," Nikolai broke the silence, shifting his eyes from Rhane's face to look behind him. His lips curled, but he didn't smile.
Rhane parted his lips and sighed, hitting his boots on the ground. He glanced around his estate. "It baffles me that you bring war to a man's house and expect him to sit back," he began walking casually with his hand dipped into his trouser pocket.
Nikolai hesitated at first, but then followed. "I did think of it, but on reaching here...the things you've built son..." his voice trailed, his neck turning to count the houses inside the estate.
"You won't want to soil it with blood."
