The circle of cowards had finally realised they weren't the hunters anymore.
They were the prey.
And the Dragon was coming.
"Do you understand what I'm saying?" Danton's eyes swept the circle, slow and deliberate, like a butcher appraising meat that had just realized it was on the chopping block.
"This isn't just about embarrassing secrets. This isn't just about things that might bruise our precious reputations. This is about evidence. Criminal evidence. Assault. Battery. Harassment. Some of what we've done... that's prison time. Real prison. Not the white-collar country club our dads would golf their way out of. Actual, genuine, getting-fucked-in-the-showers-while-your-cellmate-calls-you-princess prison."
Kyle made a small, wounded sound—like a kicked puppy that had just learned the meaning of the word "euthanasia."
