Resolve hardened Lyle’s jaw. Sparks of outrage shot from his heart and raced through Lyle’s blood. He clenched his right fist over the stake and concentrated everything he had on his left. His mind replayed a thought from the hotel…I’ll chew through to the fucker’s heart if I have to…and he grinned. It was not a human grin.
“It is an unfortunate thing, Arius,” Lyle said, slowly, softly. “But it seems that I havelearned to make the mistakes of my father.” The flesh of his left forearm split with the sound of a stiff zipper being forced open. His fingers tightened and claws the size of small daggers ripped from his fingertips. Skin tore. It burned. It burned beautifully. Righteously. Fueling Lyle’s anger to greater heights.
“I choose both.”
The final word was both speech and growl.