CHAPTER ELEVEN
The tears came instantly. Oliver fell forward against Armando’s chest, overcome with painful sobs. His whole body shook as he wept. He’d never felt grief like this.
What had he been trying to tell him with his dying breath? Something about time and destiny. It hadn’t made any sense to Oliver at all.
Suddenly he heard footsteps coming from behind. He glanced over his shoulder, terrified. Through his tearstained vision he saw the formidable figure of Lucas.
“What did you do to him?” Oliver screamed. “You killed him!”
Lucas’s expression was cold. He looked almost delighted by the scene before him.
“Me?” he questioned with faux innocence. “If anyone had a hand in his death, child, it’s you. The stress you’ve put him under, with your constant questions and incessant demands
