In the meantime, Dafydd's car finally came to a halt. His man hesitated, but looking through the rear mirror, he announced, "Sir, we have arrived at the location."
Dafydd paused when he heard that. His gaze darted toward the window, narrowing as he took in the deserted surroundings. The silence outside didn't feel peaceful —instead, it felt suffocating, charged with the weight of something hidden beneath its stillness. A chaos.
His frown deepened as he studied the place.
"What kind of shi*ty place is this?" he muttered, though his voice carried a strain he couldn't hide. He tried not to dwell on the thoughts clawing at him, but in his heart, a cold dread had already begun to spread.
His man looked around warily, his brows tightening. "This is the location we received, sir. If the tip is reliable … then Young Master Bryn should be here. But we aren't sure."
