Simón led me to another back room in the warehouse before shutting the door behind us.
I looked around, noticing how bare the room was. There was a table and a couple of chairs that filled the damp and cold structured room.
I turned towards Simòn and Edmond, noticing how Edmond was awkwardly standing between us. He even looked a little weary, especially how I was still gripping the knife in my hand.
I guess they were worried to be alone in a room with me, knowing I could easily take their lousy lives.
It’s not what I want to do, but if I had to, then so be it.
It will be his fault, considering he’s keeping secrets—deadly and important secrets.
Without wasting anymore time, I took a seat at the table and sat the bloody knife down on the old wooden tabletop.
The two of them fol
