JULIAN

Present Time,

Falkur has never seen his boss look so distressed.

Kamaz paced back and forth in his study, with angry and worried lines mapped on his face.

“My Lord, is there any way I can be of help?” Falkur asked concerned and burdened.

Burdened because he could feel his master's heavy heart weigh through the bond they had shared for so long.

Kamaz said nothing and kept on pacing but some seconds later, he abruptly stopped walking. He placed his hands on the head of his swivel chair as he closed his eyes and that part of the chair crumpled under his squeeze.

Falkur took a deep breath, and simultaneously, Kamaz opened his eyes.

They had changed color when he took Zeda to the clinic in the mansion and had intensified in their shade as he saw Dr. Adam taking care of her.

He had been so angry that he had to leave the room. Even though he had calmed a notch, that glee of murder intent still settled in his veins.