It had been over three years since he’d last laid eyes on the man who’d thrown him out of his home and Kaizer would be lying if he said he wasn’t still holding a bit of a grudge. He knew he’d have to return sooner or later to sort things out with the asshole, he just didn’t think he’d have Victoria in tow. What if something happened to her? What if Ezra took out his frustrations on her instead of him? He didn’t have the power to fight off one brother, let alone his entire guard, especially his first general, if he was forced to defend himself. He stared down at her, his body tensing as doubt and uncertainty flooded him. Was he making the right decision? Or should he be headed in the other direction, running for her life as well as his own? The thought of losing her kept him rooted in place, unable to move for the fear of never laying eyes on her again. Kaizer watched a door open down the hall as Zain stepped out to greet them, his all knowing eyes reading his posture and knowing instantly that he was thinking of bolting. “Zain’s waiting for us, Kai.” She smiled up at him, completely oblivious to the dangers they were about to face. He couldn’t help but sigh as he placed a hand at the small of her back, keeping constant contact as he pushed them forward.
“I guess it’s too late to run now.” He muttered, watching Zain nod knowingly as they approached. He didn’t speak as he stood aside and allowed them to pass into the confines of Ezra’s personal sanctuary. He remembered that office clearly from his childhood, having been sent there for punishment at least twice a week until he graduated high school. It once belonged to their father and just entering it again made him feel like a sniveling child, begging for forgiveness for whatever petty crime he’d committed. It almost felt like stepping into a principals office, knowing you were either going to be suspended or beaten with a yard stick longer than you were tall. It was decorated in rich woods and earthy tones that were aesthetically pleasing to the eye, welcoming and warm, a place you never would have expected to be a military briefing room. He stared over at the antique claw-foot, wooden writing desk, polished to perfection and reflecting the grim image of the man who sat behind it, a golden pen in hand moving smoothly across parchment as he signed orders to move his armies around the world. Ezra Dresden was a man to be feared, not only because of his power or the soldiery he commanded, but for is intelligence and dedication to completing any task he set his mind to. A formidable foe, he was not the type of person you wanted standing beside your enemies on the battlefield, and although at that moment he could have launched himself across the room and strangled him for his expulsion, he couldn’t help but be proud that such a person was his own flesh and blood.
Kaizer watched him lift his head, as if he’d only just noticed them entering the room, his dark eyes going from Zain’s calm form to Kai who moved to stand protectively in front of Victoria. Those eyes of his flashed as he shuffled the documents he’d been working on and set them aside. Rising gracefully from his high-backed, antique chair, he moved to stand in front of his desk, leaning casually against it as he slipped his hands into the pockets of his expensive cotton slacks.
“Before we begin,” He spoke, his deep voice erupting from his chest in the form of a thunderous growl, “I just want to remind you that were we not in the presence of a young woman, I would be slamming your head against the floor for your ignorant, ill-advised, behavior.” His eyes briefly burned a brilliant amethyst before returning to their natural jet black.