Under My Father In-Law's Touch
“Hindi marunong sumunod sa utos ‘yung si Quiazon, kaya ako na ang pinatrabaho ng amo ko!”
He looked at me with a twisted, bloody grin. “At kilalang-kilala mo siya, Don Zaitan.”
I went rigid. A cold chill, colder than the steel in my hand, raced down my spine. I searched his eyes, trying to find a name, a face, a shadow.
“Kung sino ang nasa isip mo... ‘yun ang tinutukoy ko,” he laughed hysterally. “The King isn't dead, Raiv. He’s just reclaiming his throne.”