From a large tree at the outside of the manor, Brakk sitting on a branch, his lean frame blending seamlessly with the foliage. His telescope locked in on the training grounds, tracking Leo as he dismantled soldier after soldier with ruthless precision.
Brakk's lips made a psychotic grin, his pulse quickening. "Well, damn," he muttered. "This one's got spice. Gonna be a fun hunt."
He adjusted the telescope to the courtyard where Liana and the maids watched the spar. His grin turned lecherous, tongue flicking across his lips as he watched the young women.
But a sudden chill slithered down his spine, like a predator's gaze locked into him. His instincts screamed, and he swung the telescope toward the manor's tall wall. There, perched on the wall, was a black cat, its purple eyes locked onto him, unblinking, even from the distance.
Brakk chuckled, low and uneasy. "Just a damn kitty."
