Lazarus\' final dart about Ben - calling him a party-boy - struck its mark and Kerr winced, setting his jaw in lieu of saying anything. He couldn\'t help but ponder what the hell he was going to say to Ben when he got home but his liaison with Lazarus (funnily enough) wasn\'t going to feature all that prominently. Not with his \'promotion\' to discuss. It left his head spinning and it was easier to simply watch Lazarus walk out the door than say anything just yet.
If nothing else, the ancient knew how to exit a bad situation with aplomb, Kerr would give him that. There was also inestimable relief in the thought that this moment was the last time he would ever have to look upon the blonde in fear or any other emotion; now he was Luminary, and he had an organisation of people beneath him that would watch his back, while it watched the city\'s.
Blinking, he turned to Bralik and his men standing behind him (who were also intently watching Lazarus leave), his mouth opening and closing a couple of times before he managed to get some words out. "What the
hell are you
thinking? Putting
me in charge of this place!" he cried, lifting his arms in what could only be described as a flapping motion. He felt somewhat like a chicken with its head cut off, in fact, running madly in circles and unable to think clearly - but excited, all the same. A laugh bubbled out of him in response to the whirlpool of emotions in him, the thoughts tumbling round in his head. "You want
me to be the fucking
Luminary?!" he asked rhetorically. "Are you out of your fucking
mind?"
Bralik merely grinned.
(Continued in \'Turnabout is Fair Play\')
