Seven
‘What do you mean, you missed?’ Councillor Kelvin Dillon leaned over the podium and glared at the security guard standing in front of the raised circular dais.
‘I had him lined up, was ready to take my shot, and that half-breed who stole all our workers got in the way.’
Dillon’s lips curled into a snarl. ‘You had one job. One very important job. Kill Jackson Kyle. And you screwed it up.’
He reined in his temper with an effort, smoothing down his silk jacket before looking to the guard once more. ‘Well, at least that freaking half-breed is dead.’
The guard dropped his head, shuffling his feet.
Dillon’s eyes narrowed. ‘You did kill the half-breed, yes? Answer me.’
‘I shot him, but with where he was standing, given I was aiming for Kyle, the most I was able to do was wing him. I
