*Erik’s POV*
“That’s good,” I said as I began taking off my jacket, turning to the shadow of a man in front of me for a moment, before walking to the dresser and pulling out some clothes. “How has everything been going?”
“Slowly,” the shadow replied. “But things are happening. We’re almost ready, but we need some more time to finalize everything. How about—”
“It’s fine, for now at least,” I reassured him. “There isn’t much that my father would expect from me. For now, that’s good. For now, we need him to think I’m just the weak youngest son. For now, we’re going to use that to our advantage.”
“And then?”
“And then,” I repeated. “When the time is right, we strike.”
I finished off by turning to him, handing him a small packet I had retrieved from my drawer and then walking over to the small table in front of the window. Once there, I took the pen in my hand and began writing.
“Send this along with it.”
