“Sebastian? Are you still there?” His father’s voice rang out through the phone speaker.
Coming back to the present, he brought the phone to his ear again. Anger wrapped around his grief, keeping it in check. “Yes, I’m here. It was Caesar, wasn’t it?” he spat.
“Yes. It seems they ambushed him in the Muir woods.”
He let his head fall upon the cold glass of the window. “There was no one with him?”
“I am afraid not. They promised to negotiate giving Ramon to us if he came alone. I know how much he wanted to catch Caesar for you.”
He pursed his lips. Emanuel’s voice rang out inside his head. Sebastian, we will find him. You have my word. Guilt tore through his heart. If only he hadn’t reacted so strongly to Emanuel’s failure to find Caesar. “Ramon is, is alive?” His voice wavered.
“We don’t know if that is true or if it’s a lie.”
“So his life was lost for nothing. And that bastard is responsible.” Even as his anger lodged heavy in his chest, tears pooled once again in his eyes.
There’s something else, fiu.” His father’s voice was low.
“What?” He couldn’t take much more. What other damage had Caesar done?
“They tortured him before they killed him, sliced off almost all of his skin.”
“Oh, God.” A tear raced down Sebastian’s cheek. Greif and remorse squeezed around his heart. My dear, dear Emanuel. You died because of me. He twisted his back around to the window and lay back on it. His gaze looked up at the dark ceiling. He blinked and another tear journeyed down his face.
“And he wrote a note on a piece of the skin they removed. It said, Julian is a Judas. He and his lover must die. Nikolai is mine.” His father took a deep inhale. “It is as we thought. You must tell Julian of the danger you are all in.”
“No, I cannot. He will seek Caesar out. He will put himself in danger.” Frustration and fear balled up inside him.
“Sebastian, this is not a request. It is an order.” His voice was firm.
“I cannot.” His voice broke. What should he do? If he complied, Julian would surely try to find Caesar. Another tear raced down his cheek.
“Sebastian?” Julian stood in the open doorway to the office.
Fear prickled up his spine. “I have to go.”
“Sebast—”
With a click, he shut the phone off and dropped it into his front pocket. “How long have you been standing there?” He swiped at the wetness on his cheeks.