Caretaker Royce of the Society paced his office, his hands clasped tightly behind his back.
No matter what he did, he couldn't escape the circles of frustration and regret his thoughts were running in the safety of his brain.
He'd pulled the curtains over the windows and hadn't even remembered to turn on the lights. It wasn't as if it mattered. He could see in the dark anyways.
His desk, which would normally be meticulously organized on any other day, was covered in reports and dossiers, all centered around one name.
Matten.
Right now, even though they were nowhere near and had never met him before, the members of the Matten coven were the biggest threat to his life. Especially Ezra Matten.
His mind went back on a well trodden path to Duke's failure. The plan had been simple. Capture Olivia Matten and use her as leverage against Ezra.
