Michael stood over Patrick's mangled body, blood on his hands and his face. His eyes were wild; the shock of a kill.

The door slammed open and shut. Jorick dashed in and roared, "What have you done?"

Michael stared at his brother. Patrick's throat was torn out. A gory puddle pooled around him, still warm. The smell stirred something in him, but terror and shock quashed the lust for blood and left him shaking. "He was going to take her back to Claudius! He'd have killed ...