"Put the goddamn gun down!" Cale's voice exploded into the room, and he entered, gripping something that looked like a metal club. "Let Lysandra go, and put the gun down!"

"Who's asking?" Morpheus asked. He didn't turn to face Cale, but his face twisted into a sneer, as though he recognized him just by his voice.

"Everyone but you," Cale hissed. "Let her go before I crack your head open."

Lysandra shot him a worried glance. She tried to gesture with her eyes to the gun ...