The screaming and screeching over the call had attracted the mistresses' attention.
Bella looked at them and addressed the room.
"Both of them were found in his bedroom. They were killed."
Life was sucked out of the eyes of the women gathered.
"He was hunting for Leviathan," one of them murmured. "He could have done it."
Asmodeus meant a great deal to most of these women.
To some, he was like a younger brother. To others, he was an occasional lover.
In his own way, he had looked after them, and they were aware of it.
Yet he was abruptly taken away.
The loss they felt was far greater than anticipated.
A few broke down in tears, while others fell quiet.
"What are we going to do about the hostages?"
They had about seventy of Leviathan's men captured. The question of what to do with them was a grave one.
It was a delicate matter. If they didn't handle it properly, there could be consequences.
