Fynn nodded and said, “Of course, father.”
Sebastian cast his gaze to his father for a moment and shuddered internally. He forced himself to keep his calm expression and asked, “How long do you think we have?”
Their father’s scarred lips twisted into a cruel smile, the exact same way that Sebastian smiled. He thrust his dagger back into the leather sheath attached to his belt and said, “I suspect that you have three weeks, at the most.”
Throwing the hood of his cloak over his head, their father marched to the chamber door and ducked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Sebastian and Fynn sat in shocked silence, staring at each other with similar looks of horror.
“How are we…” Fynn began, trailing off mid-sentence.
“Supposed to gain this girl’s trust and kill her in less than three weeks?” Sebastian suggested, finishing his sentence for him. Fynn nodded grimly. “I don’t know yet.”