Victor kept the gun trained on me.
The tunnel behind him was empty, while the rock wall behind me left nowhere to move.
Derek stood several feet to my right, and Blake was farther back, watching Victor carefully.
Victor's breathing was heavy, and his face looked completely different from the man who had once stood confidently at the head of the Black Reapers.
He looked exhausted. Angry and cornered.
“You heard me.” Victor said as his voice echoed through the tunnel.
“Drop the weapon.” He repeated and I kept my eyes on him.
“You’re not walking out of here.” I said and Victor laughed.
“You still think you’re in control.” He said.
“No.” I said as I tightened my grip.
“I think you have run out of places to go.” I said and his expression hardened.
“You took everything.” He said.
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