Hybrid was fucking crazy. Really, Silas was sure he had always known this. And yet here the former Hydra was, laughing like a maniac and only reaffirming this fact. Silas didn’t know about his relationship with the clan or those in it, but Hybrid must have been blood related or why else would they keep a psychopath here? Features contorted in confused disgust as the young Russian continued his slow arch around the other male, pale eyes still locked on and searching for hostile movement. Of course, everything about Hybrid broadcasted hostility, but it was that one twitch of a muscle that could clue Silas in to an impending attack, and he searched for it.
Hybrid snapped at him again, and the pale ice narrowed. "Vhat does eet looks like, stupeed mutt?" Though his hand did not move from its position hovered not far from the combat knife, Silas could feel the quickening of his pulse in the veins that branched to his fingertips. "I am off to Haleefax." Really, Silas could only imagine this ending in a fight, and he hoped he was fast enough to draw the weapon before Hybrid’s claws found his face again.
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