Alert and vigilant as always, Vietra saw him before he made his first move. The way he walked holding his right arm close to his body under the coat, the fierce look on his face, the troubled eyes and the tight pale line of his lips.
Cay had to act quickly, as he only had a couple of hours before Limea’s return. He’d made up his mind. Was it a mistake? Probably, but he couldn’t pretend anymore. And he surely wouldn’t wait for the fixers to come after him.