The hours went by, and evening soon came.
Within a desolate manor located at the top of a small hill surrounded by a thick forest, Malakai sat alone inside his room, deep in thought.
'This is going to be tricky.'
He tapped his foot against the ground repeatedly, a troubled expression plastered on his face.
Since Malakai punished and sent those two maids away, he hadn't once left this spot. His mind swirled as he tried to figure out a way to escape his current predicament.
'If she doesn't come back… I might not survive the night.'
Drennos wasn't the only one with good insight. As the one caught in the center of everything, Malakai had a clear grasp of the situation. After all the stunts he pulled during the meeting, he had zero doubts about what was going to happen next.
'I'll be targeted tonight.'
He was completely sure of it. Some Highbloods, and even a few of the Pulses, would send assassins after him.
They had seen his strength. They knew what he was capable of.
