Jaw clenched, he crouched before the hostile. Bishop and Reynoso stood behind him, watching with hard expressions. Liam tapped the flat blade of the Gerber against his open palm, the edge glinting. “There’s only one way this ends. How much suffering you endure is up to you.” “Go to hell!” The hostile still had fire in him, but he was fading. His skin was ashen, the circles beneath his eyes like smudges of charcoal.
