Chapter 33 His Weakness

• The voice was so thick and authoritative that I felt a shiver run down my spine.
• Ansell stood up, which allowed me to look at the man who had entered. He was talk with broad shoulders and had many cuts on his face, indicating that he had been a part of many fights.
• His eyes, a mirror of Ansell's deep green gaze, seemed to hold secrets and shadows that only a man of his ilk could know. It was unmistakable; those orbs were a legacy passed from father to son.