Felix let out a dismissive snort and shot me a glance. It was odd; somehow, at that moment, I read his look. We'd developed this unspoken understanding, and I knew exactly what he was suggesting.
So, I poured a glass of red wine and handed it to Felix. He took it, sipped slowly, and ignored Finnian's outbursts completely. The silence was its own form of torture for Finnian, amplifying his fear a thousandfold.
Sure enough, Finnian grew more frantic. "Let me go! Let me go!" he shouted, struggling to get up, only to be yanked back down by Felix's men. "I'm an official from Ruarvenia! How dare you hold me here? Release me at once, or my government will wipe Solhaven off the map!" Finnian's voice was a mix of struggle and desperation.
Felix merely chuckled, not even bothering to lift his gaz
