Ok, so Beck could not help smirking at Zale’s words. The man had some balls to voice their upper’s incompetence in front of a man whom he saw as a snitch. But really, even was he wrong in his view of them and their poor choices? No, not really, even though having killed Adair right away would have meant Beck would have lived and died a human. “Now, that wouldn’t be too fair.” The grin that now was on his lips was a bit predatory. “I’d like a chance to toy with my replacements.”
He took a drink as he contemplated how much fun it would be to mess with whoever she had found to replace the hole he had left in her life. When he glanced over at Zale there was still a hint of his thoughts on his features. “How about we make a little deal? You let me have some fun with Adair’s new fledglings and I’ll play at being a good little underling, play nice with your chicks, and feed the bosses only the information you want them to have.” He tapped the side of his glass absently as he spoke, the rhythm fast and constant, a tell as to how much he liked the idea himself. After all, he lived to please himself.