Chapter 51

• Brant
• "So, you’re not going to tell me who sent you to cripple me? Because whoever it was clearly didn’t plan for me to die—you were aiming for my damn leg," I said calmly, even as I worked on him. I had clamps on his toes, snapping each one… one by one with a sickening crunch, while twisting a silver knife close to his heart.
• But the bastard stayed silent. I twisted the knife harder and gave Leslie a nod. She pressed the live wires against his head. His body convulsed, a ragged breath tearing from him as pain surged through, teeth grinding while a strangled cry escaped. His eyes screwed shut, a muffled groan slipping past clenched lips. The acrid stench of burned hair hit my nose.