“So you must know Zeus Garro,” I said in a low voice as I served him more wine, watching the red liquid bleed into his glass. “Not as well as you do, but yes.” My smile was sharper than a shard of broken glass as I accidently slopped wine over his hand and then turned to him. “Then you’ll know it’s fucking hilarious that you think you’re so scary because, Javier, I’ve seen scary. I’ve fucked scary and I stared him right in the eyes as I did it so let me tell you, you don’t have his smile.”
