No matter how uncomfortable these words made him, he had to admit, Sylvan Cheney had more methods, more foresight, and more boldness than he did.
He had lost miserably, and without any warning.
Sylvan Cheney delivered a crushing blow, leaving him no chance to breathe, effectively sentencing him to a life of obscurity.
Kieran Janus suddenly found himself unable to refute a single word. Up to this point, Sylvan Cheney hadn't been joking, nor was he dreaming. As soon as tomorrow dawns, all sorts of documents will start arriving at his door!
Night, it is always night.
Sylvan Cheney spent a year setting up his plan; he didn't show a trace of impatience or slip-ups before the time was ripe—something Kieran could never have managed.
His breathing quickened.
Beyond the bloodshot eyes of Kieran Janus, there was only the grief of a lost cause.
This time, he wasn't even remotely prepared.
