“So how did it go?” He asks.
The old man was sitting on his leather chair facing the fireplace, a brandy glass in his hand, swirling the ice that was in it before taking a gulp. All three of them were at attention, standing near his table.
“It was good, I think we won’t have any problem convincing him to come to our side,” Leslee gleefully states.
Her eyes showed pride and enthusiasm at how things were going. She was confident that they could garner a new ally soon.
“Especially after what happened,” Alexander mumbles. Gritting his teeth as he remembered what they tried to do to that innocent kid.
He turned to his side, crossing his arms as it still agitated him for missing that one chance to fight them.
Having the perfect reason to beat the crap out of Maynard and his pack after thei
