Chapter Forty Two:

In the heart of the city, Lysander and Alaric had stormed into another hideout for rogues in the city. The air was thick with tension, the kind that crackled like electricity before a storm.

The stench of alcohol and the murmurs of harsh conversations filled the air.

Lysander's eyes burnt with fury as he stared at everyone. Each of them seemed to be lost in their own thing. Some were busily gulping down alcohol,some where making out with women and others just passed out.

"Look everyone, we have company," one man yelled as soon as he noticed Lysander.

Lysander's gaze landed sharply on him causing him to almost fall of his chair.

The rouge could sense Lysander's energy and he needed no one to tell him not to mess with the man in front of him.

The raucous laughter had ceased, as all eyes turned to Lysander.

"Th…that's Lysander,"another person yelled from the crowd.