Salvar stood perfectly still.
He looked at Silas standing near the entrance with the gun hanging loosely in his hand.
And that smile.
Salvar knew that smile better than anyone.
Mockery disguised as amusement. The same fake calmness Salvar himself once wore while lying through his teeth and pretending he wasn't planning something terrible.
Silas walked forward slowly with the confidence of someone who already owned the situation.
Which he did.
Salvar's fingers quietly wrapped around the stem of the flowerpot near the balcony railing.
Silas stepped fully into the penthouse.
Moonlight slid over his face.
"Initially," Silas said, lazily raising the gun toward Salvar's forehead, "I thought about killing you immediately."
The cold barrel stopped inches away.
"But that's boring, isn't it?"
Salvar said nothing.
His grip around the flowerpot tightened.
Silas tilted his head slightly.
"I had much more fun when you were locked inside my cell."
