Cassien’s POV
“You’ll kill him,” Riven said beside me, hand on the backrest of the chair I sat on.
Both our eyes went to the man who lay on a bench with a plank meeting his back with force under the pouring rain. His clothes were torn and soaked with blood and rain.
His screams were loud and irritating to my ears. “Pretending doesn’t kill,” I said.
Riven narrowed his eyes at George, bringing it back to me. “You think he’s faking it?” Asher joined us.
“He’s bleeding all over. How could he fake that?” he added.
He was indeed bleeding. The poodle around the bench was more of his blood than the rain. Yet, that wasn’t enough to convince me. That high pitch scream was not one of pain.
“He can’t fake being in pain. He isn’t,” I said.
I couldn’t see most of his face since he had it lowered
