“I'm going to kill you!” Attila shouts at Jack.
I have never seen him in such a state. It’s a sign that he no longer has a way out. He burned all his cards, all his plans; he thought he was stronger, more calculating, ahead of us all, but he was overtaken when he least expected it. Forgetting his legendary calm, he squirms and tries to escape, his wild eyes flashing lightning.
Jack barely gives him a look. He doesn't flinch, doesn't tremble. He seems invincible. All of his attention is focused on one person: me. A slight smile appears and his electric green eyes sparkle like two emeralds. I read in them such sweetness that I shudder.
I barely hear Attila as he’s taken away. He’ll have a hard time killing someone from deep inside a secure prison.
I don't care about him anymore. My eyes
