Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son
It was freezing down here, smelling of damp earth and old wine, but the cold was the least of my worries.
Victor began to pace. He walked in a slow, deliberate circle around us, the shotgun resting easily in the crook of his arm. He looked like a professor about to give a lecture, totally at ease, while we sat there like prisoners waiting for the executioner.
"Loyalty," Victor began, tapping the side of his head. "It’s a funny thing, isn't it? People think it’s something you earn. They think it’s about love or respect. But they’re wrong. Loyalty is about understanding where the power lies. It’s about knowing which hand feeds you and which hand can crush you."
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