Philip's POV
The smile hadn't faded from my face during the entire journey back to Blackwood. It clung to my lips like a sweet poison, reflecting the satisfaction that coursed through my veins.
Alonzo had proven itself useful, despite the tedious drone of city life and the pathetic nature of its human inhabitants. The crowded streets and meaningless chatter had served their purpose. My mission was accomplished, and afterward, well, there was no reason not to enjoy myself.
