"Kill all of them."
The words fell with such chilling ease that, for one suspended second, nobody in the room seemed to understand what had just been said.
Then horror broke over them.
A collective gasp erupted from the crowd, similar to the way a chill runs through your body in a moment of shock.
Several phones slipped from trembling hands and hit the floor with ugly clatters.
One man instinctively tried to hide the device he had been using to record, but his fingers were shaking too badly even to switch off the screen.
Drunken arrogance, idle amusement, and voyeuristic thrill vanished from every face, replaced by naked fear at the prospect of death. Only Cassian, his soldiers, Binge, the VIPs, and Cixi remained outwardly unmoved.
Cixi was immortal; however, that alone did not erase her fear. Her instincts told her Cassian would not hurt her, the very person for whom he had just killed... or perhaps not. Perhaps he had his own agenda behind the killing.
