The room fell into complete silence.Kyle tightened his grip around the phone. Emily watched him closely, sensing from the look on his face that whatever Clark was about to say would change everything."Go on," Kyle said. "I'm listening."Clark sighed from the other end of the line. "The man who took Marcus was also Howard. Obviously, he believes he was also entitled to the seat that you claimed is yours." Kyle paused. "Are you saying that there is someone else who has a legitimate claim to everything?" Clark sigh. "I don't know what to say, Mr Kyle. It is complicated. The more I dig. The more I find out about everything the more confused I am." "Are you saying everything Marcus told me was a lie?" Kyle asked The line went silent for a bit. "No. I was not saying that." Clark said back. "Then make me understand!" Kyle snapped,hitting his hand against the wall. Emily flinched as the wall made a crack, spreading like spider webs. "Are you saying whoever killed Marcus was a famil

The room sank into a suffocating silence as both of them stared at each other.Neither of them blinked.Kyle's determination burned brightly in his eyes, while Emily's fear was impossible to hide.Clark remained on the line, saying nothing. He knew better than to interrupt.Finally, Emily spoke. "You keep saying you're ready, but ready for what?"Kyle folded his arms. "For whoever is coming."Emily shook her head. "No. You're ready to fight someone you can see. But what if the enemy doesn't want a fight?"Kyle frowned. "What do you mean? What if they want you alive?"Those words made him pause.Clark immediately spoke. "Emily has a point."Kyle remained silent.Clark continued, "Marcus never believed Frank wanted him dead.""What? He told me several times that Frank kept letting him escape."Kyle's expression hardened. "Why would he do that?""Because Marcus was leading them somewhere."Kyle's eyes widened slightly."A trap...""Exactly."Emily slowly nodded."If these people have bee

Frank's grin slowly faded. A strange chill crept into his chest."What game are you playing now?" he asked, forcing confidence into his voice.On the other end of the line, Elijah chuckled."You've always been impatient, Frank."The sound of footsteps echoed faintly through the receiver before another voice could be heard breathing softly.Frank frowned. His fingers tightened around the phone."Who is there?" he demanded."You'll find out soon enough."Elijah's voice carried an unusual satisfaction."I've waited decades for this moment. Every single day, I imagined the expression on your face when you finally realized that your empire was already crumbling."Frank laughed loudly. "My empire? You don't even have one.""Don't I?"Silence followed.It lasted only a few seconds, but it felt much longer.Then Elijah spoke again. "Tell me... where is Marcus now?"Frank's expression froze.Marcus.The name alone was enough to make Adrian look toward him.Marcus had been one of Frank's most t

Meanwhile, Kyle, Zack and Emily tried to leave the house but it was too late. "What do we do? We can't just stay here anymore." Kyle said Zack looked outside again. He could see that some of the men were moving towards the mansion. "Clark.." Kyle called out. "I don't think there is anything I can do from here, Mr Howard. You need to find your way out of there." he said The call cut-off not too long. "You shouldn't have come back, Zack." Kyle said, his hand clenched. "If you are doing this then we are going to do this as a team. I am not leaving you to fight those monsters alone." Zack replied Emily looked at the two friends and smiled. "We don't have all the time in the world. If we are going to leave then we need to leave now." "Fine. Grab a few things that you need." Kyle said "I don't need anything. I am good." Emily replied."Can you shoot a gun?" Zack asked, his gaze locked on Emily. "You now have a gun?" Kyle asked"Yes. I need to protect myself, Kyle. Not everyone ha

"Your father is alive."The words hung in the air like smoke that refused to clear.Kyle stared at Elijah, his chest rising and falling in short, ragged breaths. For a moment the lightning crackling faintly along his knuckles seemed to still, as if even his own power was listening."That's not funny," Kyle said finally, his voice cracking. "My father is dead. Do you honestly think that I am going to fall for your cheap words?""Cheap words?" Elijah cut in. "I bet Marcus told you that he died didn't he?"Kyle's jaw tightened. He wanted to call the old man a liar. He wanted to scream it until the walls shook loose from their frames.But something about the way Elijah said it — flat, unhurried, without the theatrical cruelty he'd used moments before — made the accusation die in his throat."You're lying," Kyle said instead, though it came out weaker than he intended.Elijah laughed. "Well, why don't you come and see for yourself."A part of Kyle refused to move even though he wanted too.