#Chapter 67 - A Dead Deal

[Kane’s POV] I tried to remain stoic and firm behind the safety of my own desk. Although that wasn’t saying much given the true nature of my ‘guest’. Silas Delavalle. He was one of the main chairholders of Burmstone’s council. The right-hand man to their ruler. The centuries-old creature stood tall and proud, wearing the face of someone who looked no older than thirty. But I knew better than to question his age. Having waited for a response from Burmstone over my ingenious offer to collaborate with one another, I hadn’t expected their response to come in the form of an actual personal visit. “Truthfully, Venmer, neither the council nor myself see why this potential deal would even be necessary,” Silas slithered. My gaze was immediately drawn to the large, intimidating pair of fangs that peaked out from his upper lip. Every word that was spoken, offered a glimpse of a possible lethal future for myself. I hid my irritation beneath my usual mask of passiveness. Of c