24 Sorrentino Pulls His Weight

Terrilo screamed while Gavadiol leaped to his feet but was careful enough not to make any sudden movement, very much aware that the situation had pretty much escalated. “Konstantin there was nothing you could have done.” He said calmly. He had still not moved an inch. “Put the knife down.” “Stop trying to make me feel better.” Konstantin cried in an anguished voice. “If it were you though, you probably wouldn't have bolted. I saw the way you drew your sword and charged at tigers. Hell, I experienced your fighting skills personally. You would have stood your ground and fought back like a man. I know you would.” And the knife went up again. Gavadiol knew from the crazy light in the boy's eyes that the sharp point would be finding a fatal resting place soon if he did not do something drastic. “Listen to me carefully, Konstantin.” He said quietly. “In all my life, I had never seen my dad as agitated as he was last night. Nothing scares that old man. When I say nothing, I mean nothing.