No answer.
"Oh. Zen, I know you are in this room, why don't you open the door? Are you sick?"
He would give Zen ten minutes to open the door on his own.
If not he still had the key that he got from enforcer Hamil, Lithe was not afraid to use it and enter the room with or without an invitation.
Before he could move to turn the key in the keyhole the door opened slowly and then Lithe was dragged forcefully inside by a pair of hands with veins bulging into the room.
While the door slowly opened Lithe had expected to be hit with a dose of lemon.
Instead the air was infused with an unidentifiable scent permeated the air thick with heavily concentrated pheromones.
He looked to the bed table and saw a candle burnt down to the wick.
It's a wonder that the wind from the raging storm outside had not managed to seep into the attic and out the scented candle.
