I pressed the palm of my hand against the cold glass. My knuckles turned white. For a second, my jaw clenched so hard that the skin of my face seemed to stretch, my eyes bloodshot. I was on the verge of shattering that window pane with my bare fists. The Hound of Hell wanted to tear everything apart.
That was when Ezequiel, the man who had seen me grow up, took a step forward and placed a hand on my shoulder.
— Calm down, Jun-ho.
The words fell like a drop of lead into my ear.
— What did you say? — I didn't turn my face. My voice came out so low it seemed to rise from the underground.
Vivian was quick to intervene. My aunt's face expressed a contained fury, but her voice was a cold, bureaucratic order:
— Calm down. The country is watching this hospital right now. If you move a single Goden soldier, if a single bullet is fired at the Dantes Foundation today, the police have a preventative arrest warrant ready for you. Gregory set the mouse trap. Don't step into it.
