Rogers sat in silence.
His arms were folded across his chest while his eyes remained fixed on the Starlix resting on the table before him.
The screen displayed a single contact.
The person he had told Ezra he would call.
Yet despite having made that promise, his finger stubbornly refused to press the call button.
The usually loud and carefree blacksmith looked strangely tense.
Almost nervous.
"Coward."
Lenny suddenly appeared beside him with a mocking grin stretched across the young man's face as he leaned forward to look at the screen.
"AH!"
Rogers nearly jumped out of his chair.
His arm swung instinctively.
Whoosh!
The large hand cut through the air.
Lenny's body immediately dropped.
His knees slammed against the floor while both palms supported him.
The hand passed over his head by less than an inch.
The wind from the swing even rustled his hair.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
Then…
"He just tried to kill me."
Lenny's eyes widened.
