Harry Danes wasn’t a violent man. But he was strong.
Professional weightlifter strong.
Amateur boxer strong.
But that was years ago, before the pounds rounded his hard edges. He could still workout in the gym, though, and a punch would still floor an ox.
So when he slammed his fist down onto the table, to shake everyone out of their torpor, he wasn’t surprised the wood split apart, that an explosion of splinters showered the floor.
As the others jumped, startled, Harry raised his fist to his mouth and quietly licked off the blood before removing a few large splinters.