"Where's she?" Anton walked in, pushing the door wide open.
"Why are you here?" Trent asked, watching him.
"Where did you learn to cook? You've—" She strolled into the sitting room, shocked to see Anton.
Shit.
He rushed behind Anton, overtaking him and standing between them
"There's an explanation you need to know"
"I already know"
"What?"
"I–I don't think you do" she peeked out behind him.
"I'm not here to kill her, Twerp— somebody provided evidence"
Anton exhaled, placing his hand on his face.
"I just need to verify it— it's pretty clear, but could be fake"
They sat down and discussed what had happened— everything— the mission gone wrong and the misunderstanding.
"That bastard" Anton snapped,
"He always had that stupid smirk— the brat"
"What should we do?"
"We can't let him know we're coming" Elena muttered.
"Where's the wildling?" Anton looked around
"She's not here— left her at the hotel with Zayn Volta"
"You met him already?"
