Read this first It appeared that life had not been kind to the older man since Virgil had last seen him. One eye was damaged, a scar running almost through it, his skin sun beaten, his dark hair greying, but long, tied back in a short pony tail. “Yes, Mister Virgil.” The title was said with a touch of sarcasm. The man straightened, his movement smooth despite his appearance. Several questions flickered through Virgil’s mind and were immediately discarded for their stupidity, or chances of provoking injury. “How are you?” It was the only question left. “Busy.” It was one word, but it was enough to express a great deal of displeasure. Virgil swallowed. Kyrano was someone you did not want to piss off. Kay was deadly, but her father could slice you up with his eyeballs. And a number of facts were coming together and pushing the fatigue out of his head. This was his future father-in-law. Shit. Of course, he had known that all along, but now the man was standing in front of him, it became a whole different matter. But Virgil had faced earthquakes, tackled tornadoes, and stood up to an angry Kay on several occasions. […]