His eye widened and I could smell his fear. Hear the erratic beating of his broken heart. It brought me great pleasure to finally see him at my feet.
He will beg for his life in just a moment.
“Oh, how the tables have turned,” I smiled, looking at his fear-stricken face.
“You wouldn’t,” Colson muttered, still clutching his chest.
“I spent a year, letting our bond blind me from the person that you were. This man,” I pointed a finger at him, “was there all along. I should have known the first time you walked me into that cabin. You were less pathetic then, but I guess you worked hard to beat that,” I shrugged.
His nostrils flared listening to me speak. One thing Colson hated was being put down. I remember all the times his father spoke down on him at dinners.
‘Colson, you a
