Xander
Ryker laughed, the sound oddly out of place in a room like this.
I watched him from across the table. He didn't seem bothered by the tension hanging in the air. Leaning forward in his chair, the smile never leaving his face, he pointed at me as though I were the punchline to a joke.
“The great Xander Hale,” he said. “The man who can end a life without lifting a finger... tried to be funny?”
My stare hardened, but his smile only widened.
A few of the guards shifted where they stood. The room had gone so quiet I could hear the crackle of the fire. Ryker didn't seem to notice—or maybe he did. Either way, he kept smiling.
I exhaled slowly, forcing my patience to hold.
“You’re getting comfortable,” I said at last, my voice calm enough to hide the irritation beneath it. “Too comfo
