C’mon, stop messing with me, Mike. He can’t be that bad.“
Nick changed his mind as soon as Mike slid open the passenger door and he caught his first look at Zarek of Moesia.
Zarek emerged from the opening like Lucifer from his deepest pit, with a chip on his shoulder so large, Nick was amazed they had managed to get the helicopter off the ground.
Dressed in all black, Zarek wore jeans, Harley biker boots, and a long-sleeved T-shirt. He seemed completely oblivious to the cold damp air that made up a New Orleans winter night. He had a long silver sword earring in his left ear, with a hilt made of a skull and crossbones.
Zarek stepped out with a sneer that was made more sinister by his black goatee. His straight black hair brushed his shoulders and his jet-black eyes were filled with contempt and hatred. Nick was used to bad attitude; hell, he’s been weaned on it. But he’d never met a man who had one worse than Zarek.
He reminded Nick of the murderers his father had brought home. Cold. Unfeeling. Lethal. Whenever Zarek looked at you, you got the feeling he was measuring you for your coffin size.
Zarek braced his left hand against the side of the chopper, and leaned back in long enough to grab a large black duffel bag. Nick stared at Zarek’s huge hand in awe. Each finger, including his thumb, was covered with a long, articulated silver claw and tipped with a point so sharp that Nick knew it must be Zarek’s weapon of choice.
This man liked to get down and dirty with his kills.
Shit, for Zarek, being called psychotic would be a step up.
As he walked away from the chopper, Zarek hissed at Mike, baring his fangs.
For once, Mike didn’t comment. That told Nick more than anything just how vicious Zarek was. He’d never known Mike to take something like that and not make a smart-mouth comment.
"Well, if you’re through taunting poor Mike, are you ready to go?”
Nick regretted those words as soon as Zarek looked at him. The glacial, hostile glare chilled him even more than the frigid winds.
“You give me any lip, little boy, and there won’t be enough left of you to run through a sieve.”
Nick didn’t scare easily, but those words were said with such growling sincerity that he actually took a step back, and for once kept his big mouth shut.