“What’s the catch?” I demand. “What do you get out of this?”
“The pleasure of watching a drowning man take his last breath of air.” Ozol’s smile broadens one tooth wider. His teeth are sharp and tiny like a crocodile’s. The effect is nauseating. “Clock’s ticking, Master Phoenix. Do we have a deal?”
I stare into those hauntingly pale eyes of his.
And I nod. “I accept.”
Elyssa’s eyes go wide. She looks terrified, but she still doesn’t utter a single word.
“Guard,” Ozol orders, “open the door.”
An unexpected voice pipes up. “S… sir?” Everyone looks towards Josiah where he’s standing in the corner.
He looks shrunken. The charisma he used to possess seems to have shriveled up and died the moment Ozol entered the room.
“Sir, you told me… You told me that…”
“Spit it out.”
“You said she
