Nathan's POV
I was dragged through the mansion, forced toward a familiar door—the one that led to Derrick's chambers. The guards shoved me inside, and I found Derrick seated on a couch, a cigar loosely held between his fingers. Nearby, I saw the two guards who had attacked me in my cell. My eyes narrowed when I spotted the one I had stabbed with a dagger. It seemed he survived. I felt a pang of disappointment in my skills; I should have driven it deeper.
The guards who held me forced me to my knees, making me kneel before Derrick.
An uncomfortable silence filled the air as we waited for Derrick to speak. For a fleeting moment, I was relieved Anita wasn't here.
Derrick didn't say a word. Instead, he continued drawing long breaths from his cigar while I stayed on the floor, glaring up at him. He smoked in silence until the cigar burned out, dropping the remains into an ashtray.
