Chapter

Almighty Mike:

Fuhad was planning something big, I could feel it. 

From his endless calls to and from God-knows-who, to his reduced visits to my room to either rant or gloat, I could tell. Even if I'd refused to count on mere sentiments or hunches, all the facts were apparent that he was scheming what he would normally refer to as 'the big one';

For one, he'd barely moved an inch, and yet, Angel was back in the estate—this time he hadn't returned her to the academy, he'd allowed her the liberty to live in the main estate and that, in an executive's suite, which was 'coincidentally' situated on the same floor as my suite. 

What was more? Cordelia's visits became more frequent, and I was nearl