“Lexx isn’t a problem.” Vic idly drank his coffee.
“I think I might have shot him if I’d seen him near one of my daughters.” Malcolm shook his head, making a disgusted face.
“Chel shot him.” Vic offered.
The three sat in silence, eating donuts and drinking coffee, letting silence hang in the air and taking time to let the stress of the situation diminish. Primrose pulled her phone out, checking a message on it and grimacing at what was being sent over it.
Victor’s thoughts were full of things he regretted, in light of recent revelations. Thankfully, he was in a position to direct things into a more positive direction, should Lexx survive his gauntlet.
“I think we need to give him more freedom and less threats.” Victor suggested. He was met with silence, but not ignored.