Veil of Malice II

Salvo left the room and strode down the long hall, his footsteps echoing softly against the marble floor. Halfway down, he noticed a figure leaning casually against a pillar, arms folded across his chest. Platinum-blonde hair caught the sunlight streaming through the high windows, glinting like silver.

The man's handsome face lifted slightly as Salvo approached, icy blue eyes locking onto him.

"Sean," Salvo said coolly, his dark blue eyes narrowing as their eyes meet.

"I heard you're planning to visit Harland. I want to come too," Sean said bluntly, his tone direct and unflinching.

Salvo's brows drew together in a deep frown, his disapproval clear. "Harland already knows who you are. Are you so determined to sour this trip as well?"