"Very well," Fabian swallowed.
The anger on his face was eminent, embellishing the lines that masked his aging skin. He stroked the hairless head and brow before closing and opening his eyes as if struck by a lightning bolt of surprise. It was obvious from the crease that he was only doing that to conceal the anger and sadness in his heart. The irony was hilarious, but Matt tried with all wills power, to keep his face neutral. They had caused much fuss already. It would do nobody any good now if he starts laughing at the man's eagerness to kill the person that had killed a brother he himself wanted to kill.
"This way," One of the large men standing behind Fabian said. The veins on his broad neck twitched as he turned his attention to the other side of the room, walking towards the door.
