Chapter 48 A Deal

• “No shit.” Cassius yanked his bloody hand back, drops of dark red falling one by one, but he didn’t even flinch. He just turned and walked out like nothing had happened, like he didn’t almost crush a man’s throat with his bare hands.
• Ethan stayed behind, eyes drifting to the man tied to the chair. The guy was barely hanging on, face swollen, lips cracked, breath coming in shallow wheezes. After months of torture, you’d expect the bastard to finally break. To say something. Anything.
• To spill even the tiniest hint about the Burning Hour’s next move.