THE VILLAINS

Legardo knew that his daughter was talking, but he didn’t know the content because his mind was elsewhere.

Fayot had managed to escape the clutches of death. Seems, he had underestimated the ancients. He had to do more research on them. Like the others, he had thought that the species had ceased to exist, only to find out…He shook his head…they were still alive a few years ago.

He had thought them a good ally to have and that’s why he had brought up the mineral, but now they were siding with the enemy pack. What the hell! He had to do something, but what??

Damn the backstabbing prince! He shouted internally, drumming his fingers on the large mahogany table, forgetting for a minute to make a hum, to indicate that he was listening to his ranting daughter. And she observed.

“Dad!” She screamed, causing the room to quake, and Legardo to palm his face tiredly. As much as his daughter was the love of his life, she could be a pest sometimes. Couldn’t she leave him for just five minutes