Chapter 25 Is A Gun Faster Than A Blade?

• Kael’s lips split into a low chuckle the moment he saw the scarred face across the room. The laugh came from deep in his chest, quiet but steady, the kind of sound that didn’t match a man tied to a chair.
• Razon’s grin sharpened. “What’s funny?”
• Kael leaned back, letting the ropes bite into his wrists. His eyes never left Razon. “Out of all the ghosts I expected to crawl back… yours wasn’t one of them.”