Khane was furious, filled with explosive emotions. All around him, things were broken and scattered, and even the walls of the room had cracks, almost punched through by Khane's fists. He had been restless for quite some time, desperately trying to find his lover.
The man couldn't calm down, obsessively thinking about Olivia's whereabouts. Despite his efforts to sharpen the bond he shared with Olivia, he still couldn't pinpoint her exact location. Khane felt like a failure in this search. Every time he tried, there was only a vague vision of where Olivia might be, just a fragment, leaving him unsure of how to instruct his people.
"I can smell Olivia's scent, but I can't tell where she is. What kind of man am I, letting my lover stay in the hands of a criminal like Hanzo?!" Khane cursed his own negligence. No man would willingly let his lover remain in the hands of an enemy, especially an enemy as infamous and insane as Hanzo.
