Leo’s POV
"What are we waiting for?" I grumbled, my impatience intensifying with each passing moment. "Let me talk to the prisoner," I demanded, the tone of my voice revealing that I would resort to extreme measures if necessary to extract the information I sought.
“First, I need the prisoner alive,” Quil huffed, his exasperation evident. "Second, your expertise in interrogation falls far short of being satisfactory." His words carried a mix of caution and practicality, reminding me that my impulsive approach might not be the most effective in this situation.
There was no doubt that the prisoner had deliberately planned to be taken into custody. The only words that had crossed his lips pertained solely to a ransom demand. But I was not about to let Quil deny me.
“I wasn't asking.”
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