Chapter 16 A Knife For Every Lie
- Leona’s POV
- The warehouse smelt strongly of oil and blood.
- I stood in the middle of the room, looking at Hector Vescari. He was tied to a metal chair, his lip was split, and blood was drying on his mouth. He wasn’t a big guy—he was thin and twitchy, like a rat—but in Lucien’s world, even the smallest players had dangerous weapons.