"How's Andrew?"

At the Lloyd family estate, Donovan stood in the back garden with a pair of shears, trimming the hedges with calm precision.

Sheena crossed her arms, scowling. "He's not dying anytime soon. That idiot pissed me off so bad. I still don't get why he wouldn't let me kill Wilder when I had the chance."

Donovan replied evenly, "As long as he's alive, that's all that matters. Everything else can be worked out. Good… Very good indeed."

The odd note in his voice made Sheena frown