It had been three days!
"That fucking coward! What the hell is he doing?" Marcus spat out in frustration, his patience finally reaching its breaking point.
Three days had passed since Renard had extorted money from Elenor, but despite getting what he wanted, the bastard hadn't left Gia's Castle territory. Instead, he had been leisurely eating well and sleeping comfortably in a local tavern, showing no signs of moving back toward Grim territory.
This had forced Marcus and the hired mercenaries, who were lying in wait in the valley, to remain hidden in the harsh mountain terrain for the past three days. And still, there was no sign of the target making his move.
Marcus would have really liked to storm into the tavern and slit Renard's throat personally, if not for the fact that the young lady would have to deal with the political aftermath of such a direct action.
But even considering that restraint, his patience was rapidly running out.
