The flashing lights from the cameras kept striking Leon's face even after he stepped out of the MRAP and was being shielded by Hei Yung and Longwei.
For a brief second, the cold, hot wind of Thule made Leon's chest tighten as it touched his skin.
The air here smells different from Agatha's, he thought, then shifted glances with the two men by his sides.
When the air brushed through his damp hair and slipped beneath the collar where the red cloth lay, Leon blinked, then inhaled sharply.
In a flash, the reporters surged toward them like a broken tide.
"Is he really Andrew Storm's son?!"
"Why are the strong men of Agatha walking with him? Are they protecting him, and from what?"
"Did the Painter's son join the Elite Special Forces?"
"Has he returned to continue his father's painting legacy, or something different?"
