"Y-Yes ... no .. no more dramatics." Â He gave a nervous chuckle. Â "You are ... good to have gotten past my guards."
Desmond made no reply, he watched the man rub his cheek absentmindedly. Garston was smiling his conniving smile. Even now, with blood running down one side of his face and the other showing the beginnings of a welt, his first instinct was to posture with words.
It made the anger come bubbling up from inside again but it didn't reach Desmond's face. His face was blank and staring.Â
"Do you know Maeva, Garston?" he asked, keeping the dagger at eye level to the bleeding man.
Desmond made no reply, he watched the man rub his cheek absentmindedly. Garston was smiling his conniving smile. Even now, with blood running down one side of his face and the other showing the beginnings of a welt, his first instinct was to posture with words.
It made the anger come bubbling up from inside again but it didn't reach Desmond's face. His face was blank and staring.Â
"Do you know Maeva, Garston?" he asked, keeping the dagger at eye level to the bleeding man.