CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Kyle stood opposite Napoleon in the small side chamber of the Pantheon. After his dramatic entrance, Kyle had marched Napoleon off, fuming like a chided schoolboy, surrounded by a dozen of his closest followers.

Napoleon’s men had wanted to come inside, but Kyle had ordered them to wait outside. They looked to Napoleon for approval, and he grudgingly lowered his gaze and nodded, clearly embarrassed he was no longer the one giving orders.

One of them wouldn’t budge, though, so Kyle walked up to him, picked him up, and threw him with such force that he went flying through the air, out the door, and into the hallway.

“Wait outside,” he said to the others.

They abruptly turned, and hurried out, leaving just Kyle and Napoleon facing each other in the small chamber.

“You needn’t always be so dramatic,” Napoleon fumed. “I would have followed you here if you had only asked. You needn’t order around my people.”

“Your people?” Kyle asked. “The only reason you are in power is because of m