“You are lucky I did not include Trisencor’s death as part of my bargain,” he said coldly. Though the air was tense, a cruel, slow smile crept across Cress’s face. It was an invitation to try and see what Cress would do about it. But then… “You still can,” Freida offered. “It’s not too late.” Cress wouldn’t dare to ever slap a female, but there were times when Freida made him wonder about it.
