ROWAN.
Torhana's fist connected with the man's face and I heard bone shatter.
We were in the cellar beneath the estate. Concrete walls surrounded us on all sides with no windows and no witnesses except the three of us and the pathetic piece of s**t chained to the chair in the center of the room.
Blood spattered across the floor with each hit. The man's face had stopped looking human about ten minutes ago. Now it was just torn flesh and shattered bone held together by stubborn will.
Torhana showed no signs of stopping.
He drew his fist back and drove it into what was left of the enforcer's jaw. The impact made a wet crunch that echoed off concrete. The man's head snapped to the side hard enough that I thought his neck might break.
"Tell us who hired you." Torhana's voice was dead c
