"Are you sure that's what you saw, son?"
"Without a doubt, father."
"Okay, you may go."
Nathan watched as his son turned and left his office. He rested his elbows on his study table and leaned into them. What should he do with this information? Should he sell it as a favor to Anthon? Or should he use it to bolster himself? He was sure that they had some type of treasure that produced the kind of power that Nathaniel saw. There was no way that good for nothing little b*tch could have that kind of power and not use it during the time that she was here. At least once, it should have escaped, so he was relatively sure that she didn't have any. Not to mention all the abuse wouldn't allow for her to hide it either. At some point, she would have exploded.
