Ross stared at the pack.
Then picked it up.
He slid one cigarette out and brought it to his nose and inhaled before giving a faint nod.
"Good quality."
Relief flashed across Lyon's face.
"I'm glad you—"
His head suddenly exploded with no warning.
One moment he was smiling…
The next, red mist painted the wall behind him.
Ross took one stick out before he calmly slipped the cigarette pack into his ring, as a Reliance-induced corpse entered silently.
It began cleaning the remains without hesitation.
Ross lit one of the cigarettes and the tip glowed softly, as he inhaled and exhaled.
Smoke curled through the dim room and the lights lowered automatically.
His purple sclera gleamed faintly in the dark.
"Incompetence," he muttered to himself, "is expensive."
He took another slow drag.
****
Adam leaned back on his bed, fresh from the spa with Felecia.
His muscles were loose. His essence pathways felt smooth, almost polished.
