It’s not as though they didn’t know who they were dealing with. They’d watched and studied me for five years, learning both my loyalty and my rage. They pretended to be mine, to love me, to become my family, supplying them with ample time to understand exactly what I was capable of. Who they were creating me to be. It’s sad really. A massive oversight. And they call themselves the best. Now, they’ll choke on the smoke of their own deceit. The spores of their arrogance. The air is toxic, boys.
