Daniel placed me on his own horse and took me towards the mansion. The ride was quick, and I didn’t say much, still in shock because of the man he had killed right in front of me. I tried to recall the summers I had spent here in Riviera, with the skinny Daniel, several inches shorter than me. That Daniel would have thrown up just thinking about killing a man over an insult. I wished he had simply punched the man, but to take his life?

And the calm way he had done it... it was ...