Drake’s whip reached for Jack and wrapped almost gently around Jack’s throat.

Drake pulled him close. Drake’s mouth tickled his ear as he said voicelessly, “Back my play, Computer Jack.”

“What?” Jack said desperately.

“Back my play,” Drake said. “And I’ll let you live. I’ll even let you have Brianna.”

Jack placed his hand on Drake’s whip. He pried it off his neck. It was almost easy. It would be easy now to yank that hideous arm right off.

Hunger, Chapter 42