Darius stepped on the bodyguard and smiled mockingly. "I think this is the best time for you to leave some famous last words. Even if the other bodyguards aren't willing to save you, they should be okay with passing on your message. In fact, I'd do that for you."

His tone was gentle and cajoling; he sounded kind … if one could ignore the fact that he was stepping on the bodyguard. "Don't you have anything to say?" The bodyguard lay on the floor silently, making Darius frown.

"Well, this is somewhat of a surprise. Anyway, if you don't leave any last words, I'm gonna go ahead and kill you. I hope you don't regret this—death isn't reversible, after all. It'll be too late for you to say anything once I've started doing my thing." He added force to his foot, making the bodyguard spit out blood again.

Gareth couldn't stand it anymore. He shot to his feet and balled his hands into fists, his muscles rippling and making his clothes rip at the seams. Darius turned to him and removed his foot