The Return of Adam Sanders

CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED & NINETY-THREE

A figure that appeared to resemble Adam, as well as his troops, was approaching the ship. Cecil quickly recovered, and the more she stared, the more it was beginning to look like Adam and her shock turned into anger,

“What the fuck! That son of a bitch!”

She uttered with raging eyes, clenching her fist, unconsciously hurrying her steps, as her eyes darted between the approaching army and the stairs, mentally hurrying those in front of her.

Stefan had turned to hurry a lagging Cecil and her slow son, and as he did, his heart stopped, and his eyes bulged out as he could see Adam fast approaching the ship,

He lost every colour on his face, fear consuming every part of him, as he knew Adam could do anything, and that would be the end of him.

Stefan's eyes darted between an approaching Adam and Cecil, and knew right there he had to make a difficult decision, he couldn't let Cecil sabotage all that he had worked for,

“Help me in, Stefan!” Cecil thundered in a high-pitched tone, hurrying up