Chapter 55
Robert's Point of View
I stood there, leaning my back against the wall with cold indifference, watching the play unfold on the polished marble.
The room was charged with a tension that threatened to tear the walls apart; a silent battle where no blood was shed, but souls were bought and sold.
I fixed my gaze on Julie; she was exerting a superhuman effort just to remain standing, though the trembling of her knees betrayed an imminent collapse.
Her clenched fingers pressed hard against her father's arm, and her wide eyes were locked on his face, searching for a lifeline or perhaps for a remnant of a human being.
As for "Stewart," his struggle was laid bare before me.
I saw the veins in his neck bulge, and his green eyes darting between his daughter's shuddering body and the void represented by the figure I had uttered.
His breath came in gasps, heavy, reeking of greed and fear.
