Chapter 69 Fractured Lines

• The storeroom smelt strongly of blood and gunpowder. In the dim overhead light, long shadows moved across the concrete floor. Standing between two devils, Dysis felt the oppressive pressure upon her chest, knowing that whatever she decided, she would lose something.
• Alexander Levi's demeanour was a flawless mask of controlled rage, and his icy-blue eyes pierced hers. Under his rolled-up sleeves, the veins in his forearm were visible as his hold on his rifle tightened. Dysis understood that if she didn't talk carefully, there would be no stopping him because he appeared to be a guy on the verge of firing. With a dangerously low voice,
• Alexander commanded, "Say it again."his voice dangerously low. “You agreed to what?”