Lance Ford's face did not shift, but somewhere deep behind his eyes a thin shadow passed. He could feel the weight of the lobby on him now, dozens of pairs of eyes peering out from behind partitions, around corners, over coffee mugs. Half the company had drifted into the front hall to watch the show unfold. If he let this drag out any longer, he would walk out of here with his pride in pieces no matter who he eventually killed.
Lance had always been good at wearing the right face. The corner of his mouth lifted into a slow, sleek smile, the kind of smile that suggested mischief rather than murder. "Fine. Out of respect for my future bride, I'll let you keep your head on your shoulders. For now. You have one day. One day to tell me where the Parasite King is, one day to hand over the Twin-
