C12 The Cost of Bloodlines

Malcolm’s voice has become a venomous hiss, his entire frame trembling with slightly managed fury. “You think you can put me again in that hellhole? You suppose you can prevent me?”

Richard’s breath stuck in his throat, his eyes locked on the gun in Malcolm’s hand. “I’ll do something it takes to protect my own family, Malcolm. You’re no longer the handiest man who is privy to the way to combat