Silas looked at the man who was supposed to protect him, standing over the couch with a gun in his hand.
He had been right this morning. His life was always at stake.
"Move," the bodyguard said, gesturing with the gun.
Salvar looked at the exit door, locked by the bodyguard, trapping the innocent crew in the open area and preventing anyone else from entering. The realization settled cold and clear. There was no casual way out of this.
"You want to kill me? Me?" Salvar looked straight into the bodyguard's face and replied, his eyes curving with something that looked dangerously close to amusement. "I think I deserve to survive."
The bodyguard tilted his head, bringing the gun closer to Salvar's temple. "Oh, you seem pretty confident in that assumption."
Salvar smiled, his emerald eyes bright as he said, "I am pretty confident in my life, bald boy." He winked. "Do you want to negotiate?"
"Do you want to die first?" The bodyguard played with his words.
Good.
