And whoever he’d become, Matthias was not going to shoot someone unarmed. He’d not yet sunk so far. Matthias lowered his weapon. A faint smile touched Kaz’s lips. “I wasn’t sure what you’d do if it came down to this.” “Neither was I,” Matthias admitted. Kaz lifted a brow, and the truth struck Matthias with the force of a blow. “It was a test. You chose not to pick up the rifle.” “I needed to be sure you were really with us. All of us.” “How did you know I wouldn’t shoot?” “Because, Matthias, you stink of decency.”
