My heart is hammering like a war drum, and my palms are clammy with that very close call. I can pretend all I like that Alexi is an arsehole who annoys me most of the time, but in moments like this, when I fly too close to the sun that it’s obvious there is a lot of fear in me from that man. I am eternally wary of the unpredictability that lingers below the surface. I cannot dismiss the man's reputation, even if he sometimes seems wholly stable and normal. Demagio has a death wish ...