Chapter Seventeen
Devdan sits in a slick black Mercades across from The Boyz's dorm. He is awaiting a sign to make his move. He gazes at the entrance to the building, refusing to take his eyes off of it. If he does so for one moment, someone might slip past him and he can't have that. There is no room to slip up in his and Morden's game.
As he watches like a hawk, he pulls his gloves up his hands, making sure that they are secure.
Any moment now.
They can't stay cooped up in the place for long. And they can't stay together either. Eventually they'll all have to come out.
No matter who comes out, he has a plan for each and every option.
Maybe they'll make it easy on him. (Easiest would be a trio of the tall dork Shinwon with Seungkwan and Jinho.)
That would be ideal.
For now, though, he waits. Watching and pulling on his gloves, eager to take action. As patiently as he can, which isn't much.
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