Presently, Tomas Morgan walked with his head high and basking in the pleasure of being so lucky. Tomas felt like the universe had brought him a gift on a platter of gold. He hadn't wanted to be the one that would actually wield the knife over Tomas' life -- even thought that had been something that he had wanted to do in forever.
The grudge that Tomas Morgan held towards Tyrian knew no bounds. It was as deep as hell and was as wide as the vastest ocean. Somehow, his mind told him that if he didn't kill Tyrian directly, Ivorette would not hold it against him. He imagined taking Yuri's father away from her at all those tomes -- times where he would have only snapped the neck of Tyrian -- it had been as easy as that all these years.
