The entire courtyard had turned into ruins, with rising flames evaporating the water in the pools. In the chilly night, warm steam lingered like an invisible serpent, slowly weaving around each person.
The soldiers on the outer perimeter watched vigilantly, their fingers tightly clutching their triggers, waiting for Arthur's command.
Everyone was waiting for him, waiting for his instructions, and yet he was looking at Eve, a heart full of countless emotions swirling around.
He clearly understood Lorenzo's meaning. By the tracks, he was the cold decision-maker. Dean Lawrence's value was undeniable, and for whatever reason, he couldn't let him go, but the cost was his beloved daughter.
It was truly a difficult decision, so difficult that even the iron-hearted Arthur was beginning to waver.
