'The protagonist? Well, well, well. So you're the one, you and your little crew, who's going to cause all that trouble later on, is that it?'
Dennis Donovan's eyes gleamed as he stared at the photograph from across the table. He wished he could burn the man's image into his memory.
What was that saying? Hate lasts longer than love. Right now, he truly wanted to flay the man alive, tear him limb from limb, and put him back together again!
"What's his story?"
"This is Mr. Tate. He's a doctor. According to your previous prediction, he was supposed to be stabbed in the heart one morning by the family member of a disgruntled patient, which would have sent him into that other world."
Arabella Donovan could feel her heart begin to pound. "Did you stop it?"
