Zane’s pov;
“What should we do with him?”
I glanced at Ronald and then at the woman by his side who had surprisingly not said a word about him since yesterday when I had captured him and brought him back.
“Find out his plan,” I said with a shrug, turning to look at him. He sat in the cell in front of us, his head bowed as though he was remorseful about all he had done. But I knew better.
Chains bound his wrists above his head. Iron, reinforced with runes.
I stepped closer and opened the door. The smell of damp earth mixed with blood filled the air. He didn’t lift his head, even when I stopped in front of him.
“Talk,” I said.
My voice was so calm and I hoped it gave him the intended effect.
He laughed.
It was weak and hoarse, but it got to my nerves.
“You always did like giving or
