She let him fall, and then pressed the sword to his throat. If he gave her an excuse, she would finish him.
Take a deep breath.
She stared down at him. That long hair, it was such a minor thing, but there was something else about him that stirred that distant, dark memory of the lightless room and the failed attempt at ransom.
Ah, fuck. Whether he actually was involved back then or he just happens to remind her of it, this isn’t good. For him.
Her skin crawled, and she felt anger boiling in her gut.
It took some time for the others to recover, getting their bearings and ensuring their wounds weren’t too serious.
“What were you so intent on protecting?” Manpower asked. “This where you stash your illegitimate gains?”
…maybe. Was he married to Amy’s mother?
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