Facing Dymion

POV:Keith

I stood at the end of the hallway with a fierce gaze fixed on my nemesis, the man who had sworn not to leave me alone. He sat casually in a plush armchair, a cold smile playing on his lips as he observed me from a distance. His guards stood defensively around him, ready to attack me if I tried to assault him. I stood right there, my gaze fixed on him while I watched the movement of his guards from the corner of my eyes.

“Where is she, Dymion, where are you keeping her?” I asked him, my voice low, but fierce.

"You think you can come here and threaten me, Keith? You have no idea who you're dealing with," Dymion sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance.

“You have no business holding her mother hostage in your house. You have a problem with me, so why don’t you man up and face me, why do you keep hiding behind defenseless women?” I asked him, keeping the edge off my voice.

“If I wanted to fight you, I would have shown up on that pretty little island that you call home. Don’t t