Lucian
I sat in the chair, silver shackles biting into my skin. The burn was unbearable, but not as unbearable as watching my team sit bound and helpless. I promised Mara I’d come home , and I intended to keep that promise.
We were backed into a corner, and our captors were about to end us for asking the wrong questions. So I did the only thing left , I bargained.
I tugged against the silver and locked eyes with the one who seemed to be in charge. “We’re businessmen,” I said hoarsely. “We work for Winston’s Corp.”
Justin sneered, clearly unimpressed. His fingers twitched like he was itching for a fix.
“Shut the f**k up,” he snapped, eyes twitching. He looked like the type who’d kill just to feel something. Good. That was leverage.
“Let us go,” I said calmly. “We pretend we never me
