Chapter 26

The question lingered into an awkward silence, me afraid to answer. Merely begetting more silence, Puck sensed the fear.

"...I think, given the chance. You would slice my throat in my sleep."

"No, I..." lies leaping from my lips, heart pumping full of yes's.

"Hatred makes a man, Lex. He is nothing without the rage. Either condemn or crown yours. When we go out there, I'm going to need that darkness. I'm going to need you to kill every man you see, and if it helps, imagine my face on all of them."

"I don't hate you," another lie, I may be physically incapable of telling the truth.

"Nothing personal, anyone say her name, and I just see red. If the wind whispered 'Genevieve,' I'd run my blade through the air. When you get right down to it, there's some things a man simply can't take. A trigger, now you know mine. I can't wait to find yours."

"She healed me...that was all. I swear."