Miles smiled, the kind of slow, patient smile that made the room feel colder. Bluff you say, he murmured, as if testing the sound of the word on the air. Your busted factory is only three hundred meters from here. Did you think that was a bluff?
The Old Master's laugh cracked and turned brittle. You were the one who did that, he snarled. How the hell did you know it was mine?
Cool down a bit, Miles said, amusement soft around his words. It is not good for your heart. I do not want you to die from surprises tonight.
Rage flared raw and animal in the Old Master's face. You wait and see, he spat. You think I am the kind of man to be taken unprepared? I have men everywhere. Assassins surround your villa right now, boys ready to tear your little family apart.
