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Zhoron’s POV

Kill first. Always kill first.
Before they have a chance to speak, to reason, to manipulate— kill first. 

When one followed this simple ruling, the objective remained sterile. There was no room for future mishaps if the one who might cause it no longer drew breath.

If I had not only remembered this but practised it, I would not be in this situation at present.

My gaze slides smoothly between the pair seated before me; two halves to an enticing whole meant to spell out my demise. 

With his too-sharp eyes and contradictory rounded lens, Colson never shifts his gaze from my person. His dark gaze seeks out mine at every turn— specifically my eyes. He has no interest in any other part of me. It was as if he imagined he might uncover all that lay within my soul through them.

I hold his probing gaze impassively so he knows that he would not.