Badd listened to Byrne's story, tense and nearly sweating. Of course it was Calisto Yew, they'd already used her face to get to Badd, but...
Oh, god. They hadn't left a mark on Byrne's body because they'd attacked his heart instead. Badd had encountered some vile, base criminals before but Aguilar's team were the worst he'd ever come across. The courts could never deliver enough justice for his tastes.
Badd's usually stoic demeanor was twisted in pain and rage. "I'll kill them," he snarled. "I swear it, Byrne, I'll kill them for putting you through that."
He didn't ask which Byrne had chosen. He knew his friend. If it hadn't been Kay, Byrne wouldn't have been his friend to start with. To Badd the choice was superficial compared to making a man watch his own daughter being tortured.
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Oh, god. They hadn't left a mark on Byrne's body because they'd attacked his heart instead. Badd had encountered some vile, base criminals before but Aguilar's team were the worst he'd ever come across. The courts could never deliver enough justice for his tastes.
Badd's usually stoic demeanor was twisted in pain and rage. "I'll kill them," he snarled. "I swear it, Byrne, I'll kill them for putting you through that."
He didn't ask which Byrne had chosen. He knew his friend. If it hadn't been Kay, Byrne wouldn't have been his friend to start with. To Badd the choice was superficial compared to making a man watch his own daughter being tortured.