Guillermo's laughter was bitter and mocking. "Philip, oh Philip, when did you turn into some fortune teller? I'll die? Of course, I'll die, but that won't be for another hundred years or so. Aside from the passage of time and aging, I really don't know what else could kill me."

His voice turned challenging as he added, "You're talking about Andrew, right? I'm asking you. What gives him the right?"

Guillermo slammed his palm on the desk, loudly demanding to know what right Andrew had.

Philip