Elsa
Lucas wasn’t happy when he found out I had killed William, and he didn’t bother to hide it. His eyes flashed with frustration, his jaw tight as he glared at me.
"We could have squeezed him for more answers," he growled, his disappointment clear.
But I didn’t flinch. "It would have been a waste of time, Lucas," I said firmly. "He didn’t know anything. He was just a pawn. We’re no closer to finding the Baron, and torturing him would have given us nothing." He didn’t look convinced, but he couldn’t argue with the truth.
As we made our way back to the car, Lucas grabbed my arm, his grip a reminder of the deal we’d made. His touch made my skin crawl, and I pulled away instinctively, stepping out of his reach.
"I’m not backing down," I told him, my voice steady, though inside, I was b
