Chapter 138: Lighting them up

Marcus regarded him coldly, the muscle in his jaw twitching with barely suppressed rage. "And what unfortunate turn of events derailed this convoluted plan to make my wife the bait on some twisted treasure hunt?" he asked in a soft, dangerous tenor. Mathias Vladimir met his searing gaze levelly, polishing off his whiskey in a single gulp before shrugging again. "I'm afraid the details of whatever transpired between your people and the House's foot soldiers so far escapes me," he lied smoothly. "A longstanding regret, to be certain...but one that's becoming a moot point now that you seem intent on burning our noble organization to cinders." “Why are you sprouting rubbish?” Marcus sneered, “someone would think the author has run out of ideas to make up the word count,” “I greatly suspect so,” Mathias answered. A silence stretched between them, the chilly spring breeze whipping at their coats until Marcus cleared his throat. "So let get this straight - the head of the most powerf