Drake groaned as Captain Joelle Quint stepped from behind the obscurity of trees on the edge of Machete’s garrison. That brought his little hunting party to six, five more than he wanted. He’d rather carry out the rest of the evening’s affairs alone. He told himself the reason was because he’d be more efficient taking life and gems without the distractions of his mates and the harm they could face. But in the back of his mind another thought niggled. You’ll become a monster again. Just as you had when you snuck into Governor de Barca’s bedchamber those years ago and choked the life from the bastard. Do you want them to watch you lose control? Will you be able to conduct yourself? He couldn’t be sure and that was what worried him. However the night ended, he’d be damn sure it ended with Machete dead. “If you’re joining us, Quint, you’ll follow my command.” “It’s not only your fight, Drake,”
