Third Person
“Hey, Silas,” Luca nudges his younger brother’s arm, his eyes scanning the room. “Where did Stella and Sebastian go?”
Silas looks up at Luca, a dead expression on his face. Disinterest or just lacking emotions, nobody really knows except for the man himself. Silas simply shrugs in response, which earns him an eye roll from Luca.
“Great, thanks,” Luca sarcastically says.
Luca remains quiet after this. He continues to watch the crowd, knowing that there are enemies of the Obsidian Pact inside the gala. Many of which are probably waiting for them to show a moment of weakness so that they can exploit it, using it for their advantage to take out the Obsidian Don himself.
Luca also remembers the time a little over a month ago when Stella was kidnapped. Silas had heard about it
