Getting there... Konstantin’s face split in a savage, lupine grin. Long canines gleamed in the dark as he watched two figures climb over the railings: the tall thin one and the short, stocky, aggressive one. Slow, dangerous currents moved in his back-brain as animal instincts performed pattern recognition, putting names to the shadowy forms — Cameron and Mark. They did not present a problem, not to Captain Aleksander Konstantin, ex-cavalry officer to the court of Catherine the Great. A killer, rapist and looter of some renown. He moved with cat-footed softness, following the two men as they made their way around the corner. Their scent made his bloodlust rise and his hunting vision kicked in. The two figures became thermal patterns; glowing forms composed of red, gold and blue according to the ambient temperature of background and body part. Their breath erupted in crimson clouds when they spoke, a trigger signal to cull his prey. But he must resist the urge; Sinclair had been most specific on this matter. He could damage them, but he must not feed. Not while they could offer so much sport. Eternity had no greater foe than ennui.
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