"And I will do it again."
The brightness of Felix's smile made the words worse.
As if killing an emperor, destroying a world, and standing beneath the portrait of the man he had brought low were all simply accomplishments polished enough to display.
Liam's eyes remained fixed on the portrait, his mind already making connections he didn't like at all.
Liam swallowed once.
"Are you insane?" he asked, without looking away from the portrait.
Felix laughed softly. "Oh, no. I am quite well."
"That is not the reassuring answer you think it is."
"No," Felix said. "It was not meant to reassure you."
He looked down at his watch, delicate and deliberate. The gesture made Liam want to break the hand wearing it.
"We still have fifteen minutes," Felix continued. "Seeing your surprise at that man… at Goliath, I assume Arik never told you his little secret."
Goliath.
The name slipped into place with a click so sharp Liam felt it in his teeth.
