Consortium of Enemies

Valen

I'd killed men before, but never with the pure, cold rage that flooded through me as I walked into the basement where Teodoro Vieri held his traitor.

Colin was on his knees, hands zip-tied, blood drip-dripping from his split lip, it must have been Silvano’s work. Two of Teodoro’s men stood flanking him, guns out, expressions stone-hard.

Teodoro’s hand shook a little as he gestured me over. “