The man’s face has odd wounds like he has been beaten and dragged roughly across the floor but that doesn't stop the intensity of Zane's gaze on him.
“What is he doing here?” Zane’s voice deepens as recognition sets in.
The man continues to whimper on the floor as blood seeps out of his wounds and Max moves closer to him, casting his shadow menacingly over him.
The man quivers and looks at Max before looking up to meet Zane's cold and ruthless eyes.
Marlon stands a few feet away, his eyes darting between Zane and Max in confusion.
“My name is Luke,” he begins.
“You think I care about your f*****g name?!” Zane yells, bolting from the position behind his chair and walks toward the cabinet. He flings the shelf doors open and pulls out a sword sheathed in leather.
Luke gasps and stru
