26JaxBlade was pale and sweating. For a moment, if I ignored the scars, he almost looked like Bills. Except Bills wasn’t a chickenshit. Maybe he was crazy. Maybe he was reckless. Maybe he was a loose cannon that had worried me on more than one occasion, but I never would have thought for even a single second that Bills would run. He wouldn’t abandon me or my men, wouldn’t leave us to the wolves outside the door when he knew we were losing.
That was the difference between men like Bills and men like Blade. Cowardice.
“I think it’s time for a conversation, don’t you?” I asked Blade calmly. There was a good chance Blade was still armed and I was obviously not. But I wasn’t worried about it. In a fair fight, I’d win against this man. In an unfair fight, I’d probably still win and if I didn’t
