Chapter 66

Cillian had never expected it. Seated in the backseat of his car, he watched up head, with a neutral expression, yet a dark look in his eyes, as Damien stepped out of his car and approached Bellatrix. His eyes flickered in her direction and when he saw that annoyingly cherry assistant of hers stepping in front, like some sort of shield, Cillian silently commended him. But then, he went ahead and blew it! With a few words from Bellatrix, the bastard stepped aside like a loyal dog. Cillian frowned. How useless. "Sir," From the front seat, Kane called out, feeling the atmosphere in the car turning cold and suffocating by each moment. It felt like he had been transported to the center of a nebular, stripped of both his ability to breath and the warmth many discarded during hot summers like this, but craved during the cold of winter. But Cillian ignored him, focusing more on the wordless interaction ensuing between Bellatrix and the one bastard that had made it his life's mission to get und