"Pardon," Valentine rubbed his hands casually. "You two were too noisy. I got… agitated."
Neither Devon nor Viktor could say anything. How could they after feeling that aura?
'SS Rank,' Viktor thought to himself. 'That's his rank.' Then his head moved slowly to Ambrose who seemed more shaken, as expected. 'How is he having a conversation with such a man?'
As for Devon, he would've liked to address a lot of things. Starting with how Ambrose knew this man.
But his phone kept ringing with Leo's contact. And he'll be damned before he ignores his nephew.
"Leo?" Devon turned away from the others, pressing his phone against his ear. "Leo, are you there? What's the situation like?"
All he heard from the other end was heavy breathing. Followed by the rising background echo of terrified screams, sirens and rolling waves.
"Are you at the harbour?" Devon's teeth gritted. "Say something, boy."
Finally, a whisper slipped. "S–She's dead."
