Chapter Eighteen
Razor sighed as the weight of what he was about to do washed through him. The last three days had been – incredible. He set the report he was viewing down on his desk and stood up to stretch. The weather was supposed to clear by morning according to the readings. He had ordered Cutter to send a team to each side of the city to meet with the men in charge. If they did not lay down their weapons and surrender to the human military, he would order the city flattened. Anyone remaining after the twelve hour deadline would die.
He walked over to the window, watching as a light dusting of snow continued to fall. His thoughts turned to Kali. A satisfied smile curved his lips. He enjoyed listening to her tales of when she was a child.
He discovered she had broken her arm when sh
