Chapter 120

Farren's Point of View

Every inch of their fence was crawling with guards. The main gate had ten of them. All armed to the teeth. Nicolas gave Priamos a waned look. Seemed troubled. Whilst I only sat back to watch as they stalked closer to the car.

The one at the front had a gap in his teeth when he smiled at Priamos. But it wasn't the kind of smile you would give a friend. To some people, it would seem as if he wanted to eat you. To others, like myself, it looked like he wanted to pant like a dog.

Either way, it wasn't a friendly look.

"State your business." The man grumbled through horribly crooked teeth. Some had larger gaps than others. Looked broken. A clear sign that he was on some kind of drug that ate away at his teeth. Namely crystal meth. A pity that someone had to fall so far before realizing their mistakes.

Priamos leveled his gaze with the man. Glowered. There was nothing friendly on his face either. My brother had never been known for his patience. Or his respect for