(Author’s POV)
"Chairman Larson, Shaun Hart is in the dungeon, getting his due diligence, but he hasn’t named any of his accomplices so far and keeps repeating the same words. The Keepers’ Unit commander, Sir Jared, is there to keep an eye on him and continue with the punishment. As for the other vampire clan leaders, they are getting irky and impatient, creating a ruckus in the garden and keep on demanding to see you," Dion reported the progress.
Jacob nodded, then remarked, "Let them wail all they want. Let them suffer in that blazing heat. Pay them no heed. Every single one of them deserves it. Until the real culprit is caught, no pity will be shown to any of them. Whether it is any leader or elder," His voice came out strained yet resolute. He wasn’t going to show them even the slightest bit of mercy.
The brothers nodded in unison, agreeing with him.
"How is Prof. Stephens doing now?" Brave approached Jacob, settling down beside him on the vacant seat. His voice cautious.
"He is inside. Iris and the other doctors are operating on him right now. Let’s see what happens," Jacob spoke, trying to sound as composed as possible. But Brave noticed his tightly clasped hands. They were still painted with Fabian’s blood, which has now dried.
Brave wetted his lips and then pursed them. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. He didn’t know how to comfort Jacob.
Honestly, Brave had heard many stories about the vampire king from Noah and met him quite a few times when he was the heir apparent. But he had neither heard nor seen him as devastated and wrecked as he was in the garden when Fabian was stabbed. He has always been a laidback, humorous, witty person. But that anguish, that pain he saw, he reacted the same way Brave did when he lost Hannah. He was too familiar with that feeling.
The raw emotion on his face was proof enough to tell how much Fabian meant to Jacob. He was sure now; Fabian Stephens wasn’t just some ordinary human being Jacob kept by his side like Chris Shadow. He was much more than that. His mind drifted to a few hours ago, a few minutes before Jacob was attacked in broad daylight.
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*Flashback*
After paying their carefully prepared tributes to their beloved king, despite the blaring sunlight, the atmosphere of the gathering had eased a little, if not a lot. Most of the time, the clan leaders were busy with their own territorial matters, and it wasn’t like they lived close by. They came from various parts of the globe, so they rarely ever met each other in such a setting. Now they were taking full advantage of the opportunity to mingle with their peers and find out how they were faring, so that they could forge connections that would benefit their respective clans.
Seizing their chance, Vinicio and Sylvia approached Jacob, each holding a glass of exquisite and rare Romanée Conti.

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