He flicked the silver fork in his hand backward, the deer antler tattoo between his thumb and forefinger stark and menacing. The fork tore through the tablecloth and embedded itself deep into the solid wood tabletop, quivering there defiantly.
The room fell silent. Everyone stared, instinctively touching their own throats, a cold dread washing over them. A collective, unspoken sigh of relief passe
















