Marahang tinulak ni Kraige ang kulay itim na folder papunta sa gitna ng parisukat na lamesa. Iniunat ko ang aking kamay para kunin 'to. Hindi ko pa man din 'yon nabubuklat ay nagsalita na siya kaagad. "I want him dead," he declared, his deep-panned voice are covered and guarded by extreme anger.
With the folder on my hand. I stood up. My feet are already oving away from his study when I heard him cleared his throat, making me stop just before I reach the door. "Ayaw kong sikatan na siya ng araw bukas, Esquivar dela Torre," dagdag nito. Sa paglingon ko rito'y nakawala na sa 'king labi ang isang determinadong ngising pasimpleng sinasabi na hindi ko siya bibiguin.
"Esquivar." Stilled after hearing her chirping-sweet voice, Ruth came to me wearing her white fencing uniform, the one that R
