Sunshine stared at him. She had spent her life making hard, often brutal choices, and she prided herself on being the toughest person in the room. But Carson? Carson was a different breed. There was a vacancy in his eyes when he talked about feeding people to monsters that genuinely frightened her.
He meant every word he said, and he would do it in a heartbeat if she gave him permission. In a way, he reminded her of a wild dog on a leash that obeyed only its owner.
"We'll see about that, Carson," she said, her voice a bit more breathless than she liked. The Vita E and coconut bean supported energy was running out. Her body was truly--truly tired. "Information first. Execution later. I need his tongue intact before you give the rest of him to the wolves or shardlings."
"Fair point," Carson shrugged, looking almost disappointed. "I'll go start the interrogation."
