Chapter 67 The Price Of War

• The atmosphere in the Levi estate was heavy with stress. Alexander was in his office, gazing at the monitor that had recently turned off. The vision of Lucian, wounded yet resilient, was etched into his memory. The manner in which Max drove the knife into him without a moment's pause, the sly grin on his face—it was a provocation, a test, a requirement.
• Max wanted Dysis.
• Dysis was still shaken, her fists tightly formed as she attempted to regain her balance. Her mind raced through different scenarios, none of which were optimistic. She stared at Alexander, yet his expression was unreadable, his jaw tight with fury.