Luc didn't return to my office with me.
As we reached my floor and the elevator door opened, I could see Cain standing by himself. He was statuesque as always, but tonight, he did not look like a warrior who could take on a horde of enemies all by himself. Instead, this statue looked heavy and worn out, a painful memory of brutal battle rather than a celebration of might.
Luc simply excused herself, saying there was something urgent she needed to take care of. She stayed in the elevator and went straight back down as I was left with Cain.
Cain was a man of few words. He hardly spoke, and when he did, he spoke in short and direct sentences. A polar opposite of Abe.
With a simple gesture to signal that I should follow him, he started to walk.
His steps were heavy, his bulky body tense. He positioned himself one step forward and one step left from me, keeping his pace steady.
