[ The corner of Wyatt’s mouth twitches upward. Faraday cuts Alec a glance, though his expression remains largely unchanged. Inwardly, though, something tightens in his chest, a bitter taste creeping up his throat.
He thinks, It goddamn figures, and hot on the heels of that, but can you blame him?
He finds he can’t. Not really. And if given the choice, Faraday isn’t entirely certain he wouldn’t throw Alec to the wolves to save his own hide.
Faraday returns his gaze to Wyatt as the other man speaks. ]
$200 up front and your pistol, son. Which you still ain’t given me. Hand those over, and we just might be square.
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He thinks, It goddamn figures, and hot on the heels of that, but can you blame him?
He finds he can’t. Not really. And if given the choice, Faraday isn’t entirely certain he wouldn’t throw Alec to the wolves to save his own hide.
Faraday returns his gaze to Wyatt as the other man speaks. ]
$200 up front and your pistol, son. Which you still ain’t given me. Hand those over, and we just might be square.