One day passed, but Bene was still absorbed in looking at and comparing the faces of the man caught in the camera making out with Thea with the image of a painting sent by his men last night.
While the same image clearly shows Bene still lacks confidence that it is the same person. The alpha, the prince who lost the war, is unpainted and comes from the past, 1122 years ago.
In his other chamber, the secret room in the secret compartment behind one of the bookshelves in his library, Bene heard screams and a little commotion behind the wall in his desk. The same fence he kept for several months.
Bene did not take long to reach a metal door guarded by a tall guard with his big, broad step.
Bene entered the room behind the door very carefully. Bene looked around in utter calm as he looked for their noisy and stunning figure fifteen minutes ago.
