"Horrace?" Arthur spoke first, caught off guard.

Horrace had just put out his cigarette, the smoke still heavy around him. "When did you get back?"

Two equally distinguished men stood there, but their auras couldn't be more different. If Arthur, in his white shirt and beige pants, was like an angel of pure goodness, then Horrace, dressed in black from head to toe, was like a devil prowling in darkness.

The devil's gaze was deep and cold, his presence seeming to bring a ...