Rico turned and eyed him, and Rowan saw a brief flash of hatred in those eyes. Most people would never detect that emotion, so quickly did it go by, but after all his experience with dealing with liars and the peculiar nature of his soul, he understood that emotion perfectly.
It was the coldness of a reptile's gaze as it watched over its prey. Yet, it was still weaker than the menace Rowan had sensed from the likes of Lamia and the goddess, and then Rowan shook his head internally, comparing Rico with Lamia was like comparing the hardness between metal and mud.
Rowan had already assigned death to this man, he had lost all patience for finding the hidden goodness in men's hearts, and he would never leave a visible threat to him to fester.
He reached Circe's moving vehicle, a metallic ramp was lowered from the side of the vehicle, and he drove up a ramp that was a little too close to the ground.
