"Why the rush? I haven't met you yet," the voice came again. Harsh, authoritative, intimidating and commanding voice that Levi could place the speaker's age around his late 60s.
Levi's heart rate picked up. Slowly, he let the door knob go and turned. Levi set his gaze on the additional man in the room who must've come in through the adjoining door.
Was this Him? Levi thought. His eyes studied the man who stood, looking back at him too. Broad shoulders laid by a perfect royal blue suit.
[This is him, Levi]
[This is Sebastian Greyson]
Levi couldn't help but confirm the fact the man looked like everything he had imagined. The regal posture, entitled emitting personality, everything! His sharp, chiselled features and dark brown eyes that Jamie seemed to have inherited exuded a powerful aura of confidence for someone growing grey hair.
