Chapter 925 No More Negotiations
- “Patriarch Sinclair? Patriarch Sinclair, what's wrong? Don't go quiet on me—I'm terrified!” Finneas watched Conrad with exaggerated alarm, shoulders hunched, breath hitching.
- He twisted the hem of his shirt between both fists like a schoolboy awaiting the headmaster's cane.
- “Finneas! Do you honestly think this little performance is amusing?”