He faltered, and his words faded away into silence. Tai looked up at him with eyes that were as hard and black and inhuman as two pieces of coal. Hook’s lips twitched and he flinched away a little.
I stopped sweating. The yellow man had won again. But I had forgotten the red-haired she-devil.
She laughed now—a mocking laugh that must have been like a knife to the ugly man.
A bellow came from deep in his chest, and he hurled one big fist into the round blank face of the yellow man.
The force of the punch carried Tai all the way across the room, and threw him on his side in one corner.
But he had twisted his body around to face the ugly man even as he went hurtling across the room—a gun was in his hand before he went down—and he was speaking before his legs had