AUGUST TURNED his direction on the man who spoke to him. He saw that it was the man he had been longing to see for a long time.

Right. It was Bruce Sandoval.

“Greetings, Mr. Sandoval,” said August as he bowed a little in front of Bruce. “It’s nice to see you here,” he added, causing Bruce to snort.

August was telling him the truth, anyway. Seeing Bruce personally felt like his motivation to seek revenge was recharged. Even though he wanted to see Bruce at his gatherings or whatever, Charles wou