"What do you have with you boys?"He drops the magazine and sits upright in his chair. The man looks good for someone who should be above fifty or below it. I'm guessing he adopted the boys when he was in his twenties. His midnight blue shirt has its few first buttons open and its sleeves rolled. His body is mostly covered in tattoos. My eyes squint at one particular name on his chest that peeks out from his open shirt. I try to read it; Nik—
"Underdogs feeding from a superior enemy." Nikolai drops his reply without looking up from his phone. My ear twitches at his reply. They found the ones responsible for the poisoning incident?
A low hum from Christian vibrates across the room. "I believe you have them as prisoners. No?"
"Oh, they're with Rolan." Nikolai says with a short snort like l
