Renata cursed Titus under her breath several more times.
None of them had expected him to return to Havenmill ahead of them.
“Grandpa,” Renata said, “we’re in a very passive position right now.”
“I know,” Lennox replied.
They were at a serious disadvantage.
Titus was far more calculating than Lennox had ever imagined, and he was becoming increasingly difficult to read.
They had been dealing with Titus for years and believed they understood him well. But today, they realized Titus was like a bottomless abyss—one that could swallow them whole the moment they stepped too close.
