"Francine is still my sister," Lander retorted, his composure cracking as he fought against the chains until the silver burned his flesh.
"Francine thinks you are dead. She was happy when I told her you were gone. She wanted a party and to dance upon your grave," Jacob lied, enjoying the sight of Lander's facade slipping and the true, rattled caged animal emerging. Lander's eyes widened, darkening into the look of a purely feral monster. That was the real him.
"I'll ask one more time- who helped you get Francine?" A part of Jacob hoped he wouldn't answer because he had some serious pent-up rage that needed a target, and Lander Quincy was the perfect target for his energy.
"They are going to kill you all," Lander said, beginning to laugh menacingly, throwing his head back and purposely p
