Darryl arrived at the Ashborne clan and quickly stepped out of the car, his face set in anger. He was immediately blocked by Ashborne’s warriors, who formed a line in front of him.
“What is the meaning of this?” Darryl demanded, his voice sharp. “Call for Alistair. I need to talk to him now,” he added.
One of the warriors stood firm and answered with respect, though his voice trembled a little.
“Master Alistair gave strict orders not to allow anyone inside, including you, Sir Darryl,” he said.
Darryl’s eyes darkened with rage. He took a step closer, his presence heavy and dangerous.
“And for what reason?” he asked, his tone low but terrifying. His eyes began to glow red, and the warriors before him flinched, fear clearly written on their faces.
“We are just following orders, Sir
