Julian Sterling's voice, cool and as sharp as a finely honed blade, sliced through the stagnant air of the lecture hall, effectively bringing the serpentine progression of the crowd to a jarring halt. More specifically, his words acted as an invisible tether, snagging the attention of the man who resembled a flamboyant chameleon more than a human. Vince Sutton spun around with a violent, jerky motion, his face contorted into a mask of pure, unadulterated malice.
"What did you just say?" He spat, the words dripping with a venomous undertone that vibrated through the silent room.
