The Price of the Final Blow
Leon's gaze sharpened. "You are bold for men in chains."
only something hollow and steady. "We are already dead."
The words landed heavily.
Rex swallowed. Max looked away for a moment, jaw working. None of them denied it.
Leon stepped closer. The air shifted with him—subtle, but undeniable. Authority carried its own weight.
"Do not mistake my interest for mercy."
Lux held his ground, but his shoulders squared as if bracing for a blow. "Then what is it?"
"Opportunity," Leon answered.
The temperature in the room seemed to dip, as though the walls themselves leaned in to listen.
"You want to die killing Gary," Leon continued, voice low but clear. "You want your last breath to mean something."
Rex's fingers curled into fists. Max's eyes darkened.
"I can kill him," Leon said.
The brothers stiffened. "I can subdue him. I can end him."
