Parking the car, Roman got out first before Caesar followed suit. The sound of their shoes on the concrete floor was a bit hurried as they approached the entrance door of the bungalow.
Roman took out the key Nikolai had given him and unlocked the door. He pushed it open, and Caesar followed him into the house toward the living room.
Right there, before them, was Diana, tied to a chair, her eyes bound and her mouth taped shut.
She didn't need to see to know that Caesar and one other were in there. Their scent alone was enough.
Her body had begun trembling furiously in fear. She was visibly frightened, and Caesar could not help but smirk at this, entertained.
"What an unfortunate soul you are, Diana." He sounded as if he were pitying her. Her life was going to end right there, and there was no doubt about it.
Alas, she had to die in such a way, at the hands of the man she'd loved for how long?
