The door of the hotel chimed open, and Adam swatted in a white suit, walked out. Behind him, Lucas followed, a worried expression on his face.
"Sir, are you sure we should do this?"
"And what do you mean?" he asked, signing while making his way up the stairs.
"I mean, it could go wrong. This is Sir Xavian we are talking about," Lucas said, hurrying to keep up with him as they walked up the stairs that led to the very top of the hotel. "I don't think a sniper shot from up here can kill him just like that."
Adam came to an abrupt halt the moment they reached the door that led to the rooftop. He looked at him, hunching to intimidate the smaller man. "Lucas, who said we are going to kill my sweet little brother?"
"Huh?"
The smaller man blinked.
"I-I thought we—"