Creed’s pov.
“Are they conscious?” I asked Hunter before descending into the basement.
“They should be,” He took my jacket as I slipped it off my shoulders. “We used weak sedatives to knock them out, they’ll be up by now.”
I nodded and paused in front of the lower interrogation room, even from here I could pick up on the racing heartbeats and the screams of outrage coming from the bound men, if they were making this much noise now, only the gods knew what sort of noise they’d be making later when I dug my knives into them.
The thought brought a morbid smile onto my face, and at the back of my mind I wondered what Cora would think if she could see me now, getting ready to carve the flesh out of some men in the name of interrogation.
I tipped my head towards the door and Hunter push
