"Don't choke the life out of him yet," Anya rasped, her voice cracking as she leaned against the cold server rack for support.
Stefano's grip on Thorne's throat didn't loosen. His golden eyes remained fixed on the man who had orchestrated every second of his misery. Thorne was turning a deep shade of purple, his hands clawing weakly at Stefano's iron wrists.
"He has the codes, Stefano," Anya said, coughing up a bit of soot. "If you kill him now, the files in the silver cylinder stay locked. We need to know what he did to the others."
Stefano looked at the clones standing behind Thorne. They were silent, their blue eyes flickering like dying candles. They didn't move to help their creator. They were waiting for a command from the one who had finally broken their chains.
"You wanted to s
