139. ...her voice filled with rage.

Silvan’s POV

I was seated in the midst of the elders of the cult, who happened to be holding a meeting . I was less concerned about what they were talking about, I tried to make my presence known as much as possible by a quick no, but midway across the meeting they had lost me.

I stared out of the window, with a hardened look on my face. It had been days since I was released from that jail, and yet the sense of freedom which I’ve been feeling had worn off. I wasn’t excited anymore and Now my mind was focused on other bigger things, and that was—Dario.

I wanted Dario to feel exactly how I felt. My eyes, which were on the window, shifted in the direction of the footsteps which seemed to be getting closer. The minute the footsteps stopped, I saw two men appear in front of me, with a grimace look spread across their faces.

“Is there any problem?” My voice was cold, and the look on the men’s face changed as they appeared scared.

“Weee…have..news..” they had pointed out, stuttering as t