Seb sat outside the operation theatre, with his eyes tightly shut. Even those who were merely passing him by in the corridor could see the malice emerging from him. He was not just worried about the person inside the room. He was on the edge. His palpable aura of seething anger, barely contained beneath the surface worrying anyone.
When Erasmi had burnt Lara and her lover alive, he'd understood the reasoning behind it, supported it even, but he had not understood the desire. He admitted he had wondered more than once what kind of hatred Erasmi held to be able to do something so cruel. However, sitting here, waiting for news about his wife and children, he acknowledged the desire that burnt within him. To kill. And to kill in the way that would torture those two women!
