Kylo watched as his father's eyes went from his face to the dagger in his hand repeatedly. His face was etched with disbelief, but surprisingly, Kylo didn't notice any fear in him.
Gamma Rhett was still so calm, even in the face of death. Nah, he had to be scared of something. And today, Kylo vowed to push him to his limits until he found out what it was.
"Kylo...." Rhett spoke sternly, his tone carrying a threat. "You don't know what you're doing. Why don't you put the dagger down so we can talk about whatever is bothering you... Like men."
Pfft... Like men?
Kylo chuckled dryly. "But father, this is already 'manly' enough, don't you think?"
Rhett shook his head with a look in his eyes that Kylo knew all too well. Disappointment.
"A man wouldn't corner his father in his office with a weapon pointed at his face," Rhett spoke rather dismissively, placing both his hands on the table in front of him.
