Chapter 46 Dealer Of Death

• Arson
• “So, game are we playing?” Ransom asks Doc Fox as we all sit down after the guys unceremoniously dump Tempest on the ground so they all either grunt or groan from the pain.
• “Circle of Death, but it appears Tempest will sit out of this game,” he replies. Sidhe sits straddling him. Doc Fox brushes Sidhe’s unruly blood-red curls away from his face, tucking them behind his ear. “Did they not want to come to play, Darlin’?” He asks him almost tenderly. Or as tender as I’ve ever heard him be when speaks. Cold and emotionless, that’s Fox.