The Templar's Code

CHAPTER 37

Skata!

How could he have missed his target? To kill a man, you must strike him in the head or the heart. A lesson learned on Panos Island.

Enraged, Saviour took a deep breath, filling his nostrils with the scent of cedar. Remembering…

Evangelos, stunned that Saviour had turned the bow on him, angrily pointed a finger at his boy toy. “What are you doing?”

“Defending my honor,” Saviour calmly informed him.

“You’re my little pousties. You have no honor.”

“As to thialo! Although hell’s too good a place for you,” Saviour hissed, releasing the arrow, striking Evangelos in the upper thigh. The tycoon dropped to his knees, gasping.

Saviour slowly walked toward him, a second arrow notched. “Beg.”

“Yes… mercy, please.”

Saviour clucked his tongue, disappointed. “I meant beg for forgiveness.”

“I adored you… worshipped you like the god that you are.”

“Liar.” Saviour calmly released his finger, the arrow flying into Evangelos Danielides’s left orbital socket. A perfect bull’s-eye.

“Calm. Above all else, I must remain calm,” Saviour murmured, the memory imbuing him with newfound strength. If he kept his focus, he could accomplish anything he set his sights upon. Isn’t that what Mercurius always told him?

Yes, focus.

I must kill the Brit.

“I will kill the Brit.”