LYKOAN'S POV
“Look, I am not from there. Everyone knows about the overlords, but I don’t know them like that.” Squealer negotiated, giving most of his attention to me. “I can give you money or women. I could name a street after you and pretty much anything else.” He ran out of items for his bargaining list that he thought might help keep his blood inside his body instead of splattering across the dirty floor.
A growl started in my chest. They all flinched. My fingers itched to pull the trigger and end him. However, I fought the murderous urge in order to give Nia the opportunity to interrogate them.
“We don’t want your filthy money!” Nia got worked up, bombarding the scum with question after question. Her efforts were futile, which frustrated her. Infuriated, she glanced at the other ma
