C17 The First Cut Is Never Fatal

Third-Person Omniscient

Sebastian Sterling did not believe in patience.

That had always been Richard’s flaw—or so Sebastian told himself.

Richard waited. Calculated. Trusted silence to do the work of violence.

Sebastian preferred fire.

He sat alone in the private lounge atop Sterling Tower—his tower by blood, if not by law—fingers drumming against a crystal glass he hadn’t touched