Suitable Weapon

Vladimir's POV (Continued)

I shook my head and rid myself of the unwanted walk down memory lane. I refocused all my attention on the ball of disgust and reconsidered my strategy.  Letting him go was not an option, especially not now. When I'd found out which Braille was Arthur’s, I’d had to take him, regardless of the consequence. It was a plan I had been perfecting for years and he hadn’t taken the bait until I had been able to utilize Jack Stenson against him. But Arthur himself had sealed his fate when he stole from me. Ordinarily, I just wanted to know for a fact how he was related to the Puhvels. He looked nothing like them and he was a complete wuss, a trait no single Puhvel of my knowledge had ever exhibited.