Nathan’s POV
My knuckles throbbed, blood smeared across my hand, though I barely felt it. Rage fueled me, making me deaf to everything but the crack of my fists against the underworlder’s face, desperate to break the silence he was so stubbornly holding. I raised my fist, preparing to land another blow, when he finally let out a choked cry.
“Wait!” His voice was barely a whisper, strained and raw.
My fist froze in mid-air, inches from his bruised face. I glared down at him, anger coiling in my chest like a snake ready to strike. “Speak,” I growled. I wasn’t in the mood for games; this creature was lucky I hadn’t ended him right there.
The man coughed, a bitter, mocking laugh escaping his bloody lips. “Jake… and Alexandra,” he rasped, his breath coming in shallow gasps. “They’re the on
