"Are you fucking kidding me?"
The hostility in Van's voice completely overpowered Charles's words, even causing some of the wildlife in the forest that was curiously watching them to run away. Van's hands started to vibrate, but not because he ordered them to do so. It took all of his strength to hold himself back from punching the old man in front of him straight in the face.
"No, I am not," Charles quickly shook his head as he answered Van's belligerent question, "We will kill you if you involve yourself in matters that--"
"I don't give a fuck about that," Van could not help but click his tongue as Charles's words just sounded like a yap to him, "How long have you known that Charlotte was here?"
"That doesn't matter," Charles once again shook his head. But once again, before he could say anything else, he was interrupted by Van.
