“See?” Arius waved a hand in Rafe’s direction. “Thatis a good right-hand man. Thatis a good servant. He is so in tune with what I’m thinking that he felt my command before I even spoke it. Or, perhaps, the flutterfly’s contempt annoyed him so fucking much that he did it to vindicate me. Either way, good man.” He stretched his palm open and flat—stop—and the vampire loosened its hold.
In that second, Lyle knew they would both die: Rafe, Isaac, maybe more if the chaos that mounted during their deaths drew either Vaughn or Randy or anyone else who dared to get involved. Himself…Hannah…