The sound of firm footsteps echoed as a figure walked down the hallway. He was none other than…
Varnel Von Sanguine.
Varnel was a slender man, always well dressed, with a handsome face that could make the hearts of many women melt.
He always carried with him a smile that many had come to learn was well rehearsed. Because of his jovial and charismatic personality, he was a people's person.
In simple terms, the people loved him, and he was well received. Which was why many would be beyond shocked if they saw the current look on his face.
His eyes were cold.
The ever-present smile that had become his trademark was gone, replaced by a twisted expression.
There was no doubt about it.
Varnel was pissed.
Behind him, the sound of softer steps echoed—Khana's. Her head was bowed low, her expression troubled.
