CHAPTER 30

  Elena's POV

  "I'm saying that Robinson was bound to die that particular day regardless of jones driving through that particular estate." Cass ran his hands through his tousles brown hair till they looked like bangs on his forehead.

  "Why do you think he was meant to die that day?" Lord Adam inclined his head and leaned back on his throne.

  "That is because he had concluded his life span and it still doesn't change the fact that the quest for cigarettes ended his life. After all, smokers are liable to die young, but how precisely was never stated. Fate had something else planned for him." Cass bowed his head and sat.

  "So you are saying fate manifested?" Lord adam queried.

  "Of course yes, he could have choked on his cigarette that night or whatever because he was meant to die, hence the Spanish dictum Que Sera Sera."

  "Where do you stand, Elena?"

  "I don't like that fact that Cass here was excusing Jones' bad behavior." I pointed an accusing finger at him.