The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism Novel - Chapter 448

The words came out with the casual conviction of a child announcing a preference for chocolate over vanilla. Not rage. Not burning hatred refined through years of training into a weapon.

Just want, bright and uncomplicated, the kind of want that emerged from a place in Silas’s brain that did not bother with justification because justification was a thing adults required and Silas had stopped being an adult about Radiant approximately six years ago.

Gerard picked up the glass of water and held it at precisely the angle that would catch the monitor light without creating a glare, a gesture so practiced it had become involuntary. "I know, Young Master."

"Today."

"Not today."