The Reaper's sons
I don't care if my auction might lead me into the hands of law enforcement- the power and potential I can reach are worth every problem my way.
The guard opens the door and clears his throat. "Octavius Jude," he introduces the guest before a tall, blond man enters the office. Blood red eyes scan the faces as he grins at me. Maybe it is an elite thing, but Octavius doesn't greet or bow to anyone. As soon as his gaze falls upon a vacant seat, he strides towards it and drops down. To make matters worse, he has the audacity to look at his wristwatch every few seconds, as if he is not the one holding everyone else back.
"At last," Michael huffs under his breath.