The snow crunched softly beneath Alexander's boots as he walked across the grounds of the estate. The cold bit into his face, but he hardly noticed it. His hands were clenched in fists. His chest rose and fell with angry breaths.
The scarred man stood a few feet away, almost blending into the snowy trees. His dark cloak fluttered in the wind, and the long scar that ran down his face looked even harsher under the moonlight.
Alexander stopped a few steps from him.
"What are you doing here?" Alexander asked sharply, his voice cold with fury. "What gives you the right to come here?"
The man tilted his head slightly, as if amused. His eyes glinted.
"I have kept my own end of the bargain," Alexander went on, his voice rising. "I stayed out of your path. I let you do whatever filth you were doing. So why can't you do the same?"
