“You can’t kill me,” he said, bravado turning to bluster. Kallen smiled, slow and awful. “Oh, believe me, I can.” The blackness grew, pressing closer and closer to Garrick’s sleeve. “Forgive my impudence, Lord Kallen,” Garrick blurted. “I didn’t mean to question your orders.” Kallen didn’t move. “You apologize for questioning my orders—yet you do not regret assaulting a servant from another house?”
