"You should be thinking about getting revenge on that guy Derek right now, shouldn't you?"
Veil glanced at Kai, mildly annoyed.
How was it that the moment his arms started healing, this man completely forgot how he'd gotten wrecked in the first place? Didn't seem to care that it was Derek who'd nearly crippled him.
Kai scratched the back of his head and gave a sheepish grin. "Wasn't much of a fight. I'd just be dragging you down if I tried to take revenge. That guy's not someone you mess with."
"And do I look like someone you can mess with?" Veil sneered.
Kai might believe in waiting ten years to settle a score.
Veil thought it was already ten minutes too late.
He understood Kai's indifference—some people just didn't want to bother. But that wasn't how he operated.
If not for the lingering sense of danger still clinging to him—no, not danger, killing intent—Veil wouldn't have just let those two walk away.
