“WHAT?!"
Sarkon jumped from his seat, ready to tear someone's head off his neck.
“Names!" He roared and was about to head for the door when Karl stepped forward.
“Sarkon."
Those deep blue eyes shot at the older man in full rage.
“I think we should wait for Maria to call."
The same navy eyes widened with realization. He wanted Karl to be wrong, but he knew better. If they made a move, Maria would know about the eye and be upset. She wouldn't understand his need to keep a close watch on her.
With sheer reluctance, the beast turned away from the door.
He slammed a fist into the wall.
Wasn't that supposed to be a good school? Sanders was never wrong. Just thinking about Maria being splashed with juice and sewage water made his blood boiled. He couldn't keep those horrid images
