Chapter 38 Convocation

• Paul's hand deftly slid under the seat, unveiling a concealed compartment from which he retrieved two magazines. As he did so, the faint click of metal echoed in the car. A pang of concern gnawed at me, knowing all too well the gravity of Paul's precautionary actions.
• Memories flooded back, reminding me of the formidable force he had displayed in the warehouse, his brutal nature unmasked.
• We arrived in front of a large gate, nestled at the end of a winding, private driveway. The mansion’s facade emerged like a vision from a dream. A masterpiece of architectural marvel with ornate carvings and sculptures.