Chapter Eleven
Arlin bared his teeth, his lips curling as he growled at the man who approached him with a knife. Oh, please. Come in. He braced, waiting for the moment Kyle opened the gate to his cage.
Kyle paused, turning the knife one way and then the other, the light glinting off the blade. He chuckled as he lifted a hand, wagging a finger at Arlin. “Now, now. It’s not time for that yet.” He stood, laughing harder as he turned and tossed the knife onto the table. “But it was a nice try. I’ll give you that. No, no. I have somewhere to be, actually.”
Arlin simply stared. If it was one thing he had learned about Kyle Wagner, it was that the man loved to talk. It was almost like reading an old comic book, where the villain kept going on and on with inane chatter, eventually spilling his
