Razor stood in his office staring out at the thick snow that was falling. The dip in the weather matched his mood. He raised the glass of dark red liquor to his lips and drank deeply. His thoughts on the human female in his quarters.
Her rejection of him felt like he had taken a blast from a laser rifle directly to his chest. If it wasn’t for the fact that he could feel his heart beating he would have wondered if he still had one. He raised the glass once more even as the reflection of Cutter came into view behind him.
“Information from the Journey states the storm should dissipate in three to four days. I’ve also put a guard on Badrick,” he commented as he walked over to the small bar and poured a drink. “The bastard is up to something.”
Razor didn’t respond at first. He already knew b
