Chapter 27

Shutting down his computer, Brax went to check on Kyle again. He found him awake, one arm behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. From the expression on his face, Brax had the feeling it wasn’t the ceiling he was seeing.

“How are you feeling?” Brax asked, sitting on the foot of the bed.

“Physically? I’m close to healed.” Kyle’s mouth tightened as he said, angrily, “I’m pissed. No. More than that. I want the bastard’s head, stuck on one of the spikes on the gates of Connoisseurs, like they did in olden times.”

“That’s quite an image,” Brax replied with a brief smile. “How about we just eliminate him the normal way.”

“If you insist.” Kyle’s gaze turned inward, or so it seemed to Brax, as he said, “If I was a different person, I’d give him a taste of his own medicine, for what he did to me.”

“But you’re not,” Brax stated. “You’re a decent man, so we’ll make it a clean kill.”

Kyle lifted an eyebrow. “Does that mean you’re decent, too, since you want to do it that way?”