The Nara Reaction (excerpt)“So, I’m dead, am I?”
It was perfect. James Wirden’s voice started with all the power one would expect from the World Premier, but it ended the most delicious twist of uncertainty. Bryce looked down at the nearly empty champagne glass in James’ hand.
“Yes, sad for you, but true. Poisoned, if you must know. By me.”
“And you dare to tell me this?” Such indignation from such a small man. He turned toward the guards, but Bryce clamped a friendly hand upon his shoulder to belay the movement. Not that it mattered, all of the guards along the line of French doors were his hand-picked staff. The bright lights from within cast their tall shadows across the stone terrace pushing back the edge of the Bermudan night. His men would stop any stragglers from the party, not t
