The alley reeked of blood and damp stone. Liam stood over the broken figure of C2, his fingers still tingling from the last snap of bone. Rain hissed against the rooftops above, but down here the world felt small, reduced to the wet coughs of a man who refused to die.
C2 lifted his head, eyes gleaming with unnatural hatred. He spat a thick glob of blood onto the ground at Liam's boots. "I wouldn't say anything if I were you. You're just wishing it."
Liam's lips curled. "Is that so?"
He seized C2's wrist. The crack that followed echoed like a gunshot in the narrow space. C2 screamed, but the sound twisted into a laugh that chilled the air.
Liam leaned closer, voice low and steady. "I realized you could regenerate. You're immortal. But you can still feel pain."
