Chapter 97

• Charisma has been a while. Although I don’t know how long it takes to torture somebody, I only have personal experience being abused. I frown and then slowly make my way into the dungeon, wishing I didn’t have to step in there, due to my past. I climb downstairs, watching the intense way she’s studying that bastard Thomas while he continues to chatter on, causing her to look spellbound. What kind of spell is that asshole now weaving over her. I step closer, putting a protective hand on her shoulder as Thomas continues to speak.
• “I have information that you need. That is if you are ever going to locate the warehouse you’ve been searching so desperately for,” he sneered, and I saw my mate stiffen in shock.
• How could Thomas know about the warehouse? Had the bastard known the entire time we were looking and not said a word as leverage for later if he got found out? I eyed him suspiciously.