Tildon raised his arms and swept the contents off the top of his desk, growling at the company standing in front of him. He walked around to the front of his desk, eyes flashing darkly at Angelica.
“Do you want us to go after them?” Angelica questioned, her eyes on the wood floor of Tildon's study.
“And how do you think that possible? You know that we can't go inside the boundaries of Ithaca!” He threw his hand across Angelica's face, leaving a bright red mark on her cheek. Spinning on his heels in rage, he muttered a few curses before sitting at his desk.
“No, we can't follow them. All we can do now is to wait for them to use the magic or leave Ithaca.” He leaned forward, eyes narrowing on Angelica's face. “When that happens, you had better be ready. We cannot afford to make any more mistakes!” He pounded his fist into the desk, causing Angelica to flinch from the sound.
Tildon turned in his chair, face softening at the view from the massive windows. The majestic forest always seemed to calm him from his tirades. “We will wait. We will wait for Him to call them out of His protection. Then, and only then, we will make our move.”
After a few minutes, Tildon spun around in his chair, dismissing her with a flick of his hand.
“Leave me! Go find something to do, something you can't mess up.”
Angelica growled at Tildon for treating her like a mindless servant. She spun around, furious at herself for losing her prisoners, but even more furious for once again becoming a shadow in the service of James Tildon.