33
“It has come to my attention that Trigg isn’t doing so vell,” Kory remarked. Stormy turned her head toward Trigg, whose eyes had returned to fluttering opened and closed, barely able to stay conscious. Kory leaned back and let out a rollicking laugh. It made Stormy shake. He took out a syringe from behind his back and handed it to one of the henchmen. Stormy tried to hit it out of his hands, but she was held back by the other man. “That is not something ve need, now is it?” Kory said. He came over to her and placed a hand on her chest, dangerously close to her throat. Stormy stopped moving out of sheer disgust. “Ve need him alive,” Kory said. “There’s just so much he needs to tell you.” Stormy frowned, feeling that sinking feeling once again in her chest. “Ve are giving him a livel
- Writer
