Majesty's Offspring (Book 1)
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Freeze held Haylek, laying him down on the floor. He stared up at the psycho murderer, who was now lighting the cigarette in his mouth with a lighter. He took a drag and puffed on it.
“Don’t take it so personal, little man,” Hargo said, apparently still addressing the unconscious Waverider. “It’s just business.”
Freeze felt a numbness in his body as he blankly stared at the man. Is this really happening?
“Tasty smoke,” Hargo said as he puffed, “so invigorating—like tasting a fresh soul.”
He took the cigarette out of his mouth and stabbed his finger toward Freeze as he spoke.
“I trust our employer’s message is clear. I don’t think you want me to come back and smoke you, too.”
The man turned and walked out, closing the door behind him.
Freeze looked over at the pile of ashes and began to sob.