Turning against the Demonix clan would mean disaster.

Leaving Falkor alive could mean the same.

I had only just shaken hands with the Demonix; betrayal wasn’t an option.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to give you good news,” Falkor mocked, his voice taunting, his gaze sliding toward the pistol lying a few feet away.

He shifted as if to reach for it, but I kicked him hard, forcing him back down.

“Shut up,” I snapped

He knew I wanted to kill him. He could see it in my ...