My father jumped back as Smart declared that he was going to blow us up. The little hammer seemed harmless enough, but so did a gun or a knife.
I cursed as my injured hand hit the wall.
We were forced into a surrender. Father's glare could have melted iron. I decided to avoid him for awhile.
We would escape and Smart would pay dearly. I wanted to see him squirm and writhe.
But for now I'll bide my time. Rome wasn't built in a day, but it was destroyed in one.
Just like Smart would be.
