Enoch's fist stopped mid-air, his eyes which had turned red stared at Dermot without an iota of trust.
"You have no reason to trust me and neither do I, but I see you've been placed under an illusion just like the rest of them." Dermot said, pointing at the man's back.
Enoch's black jacket had slipped away from his shoulder when he tried to hit Dermot the first time.
He glanced at Dermot and then pulled up the jacket to cover his shoulder.
"My car will be our means of transportation." Dermot said, but Enoch shook his head.
"I don't believe you. Let's walk to the nearest bar close to us." He proposed instead.
Dermot had nothing to look at, but somehow, his eyes caught sight of the little girl he had brought with him.
"I'll have one of my men take you back. Sit tight and don't
